CANDOR IN LIFE

The three flowers ebook holds unique inverse of micro poems in each alphabets of  AtoZ. Micropoet Romila @novemberschild  has rolled down her pen with words and voices to our emotion through her verses to express our troubles and happiness. Everyone has a way of expressing but she has swayed in her own style. Title The Three Flowers has really inclined readers by blooming out Happy, Embrace, Fascination flowers pouring out aromatic oils to give a therapeutic power of  enjoying micropoems through her fragrance of  ideas and creativity. I strongly recommend you readers to read out those micropoems to fall in love with her and book. Romila the female monarch butterfly blogger has really inspired me by dragging me into the world of blog. She is one among the stars whom I look up to admire and aspire. Her passion and love towards writing made me feel WoWattaGirl? I wish her to keep inspiring a lot more budding bloggers with her consistent writing. Let her radiation ...

Once during a rainy day, I became a plant to prosper my skin without the service of green trends. Once during a rainy day,I became a peacock to open up my shy feathers to dance on song "Baarish" as a  "Half girl peahen" Once during a rainy day,I became a samosa so that my air fryer comes to life without suffering from Saffola. Once during a rainy day, I became a rain(bow) from my casual shirt brand arrow to pair up with cupid. Once during a rainy day,I became a umbrella,that my cramps and bloody are protected by Bella pads. Once during a rainy day,I became a thunder to fetch my dry clothes from getting wet with the stamina of usain bolt. Once during a rainy day, I became fan regulator to control my speed. Once during a rainy day,I became drizzle to control chillness with appy fizz. Once during a rainy day,I became a frog to croak out to comfy myself on the soft bed and blanket. This post is a part of   Write Over the Weekend , an initiative ...

I hate dark sky studded with diamond Love to wake up seeing clear sky with Yellow bindi spreading beam warmly I hate bats and owls fearing out my dreams Love to hear fresh warbles and buzzes with fragrances Darkness spreads evil to scatter,  Sunlight spreads eagle to scavenge Dark is an arc with emptiness, Sun is a den with majestic lion Love is thrown into heart, hate is thrown into bubble of mind Sun scorches but couches lovers To lick ice creams, to fall more for each other. Sun loves skin to form kin with dope Moon shines to fetch every reflection. I'm writing this for # BARATHON by @blogarhythm1 on the prompt" Sun and Lovers".

Aunty in green whispered,it's him                     Look there  He walked soggily in heat to drive, Truck to carry goods, to fill up his  Bag of tummy with money to live. His hand always carries piles of files Fortunately, without bloody piles in                                           bum Everyone teased him for his poverty                            birth  Ambulance arrived at his home Our people are well trained to watch and gossip about one's pain  Aunty in green rushed into his home Witnessed him as a corpse He knows about his brain injury and criteria along with solution Few organs are registered for                                 ...

Sundays are best sundae to cool                                      myself It begins at morning,covered up with                              suit of armors   Weapons are tempting to attack her She stands tall on her Eiffel wedges Staring with owl eyes,hair dyed in tar                                 coal  On the other end my mother in-law Drinks sip of copper water to chill              words to attack me Spatulas, rolling pins,packets,veggies were launched from my canopies. In return she threw tulsimala, utensils, her husband's garments Few minutes later, Chanting AUM, w e both sprinkled each other corn flour to end the war               ...

Men has got strong tortoise shell                                         physique Inside lives a organ which melts from Cubes of love and sacrifice to purity                             and  Warmth. Man of the house builds himself to                           Igloo  Brother stands as snowman to                                        protect and entertain Friend gives all flavors to cool our                               anger with ice creams Boyfriend powders her beauty with                       his icing s...

    Life can be of many segments in a                                    circle        Segments are segregated either                         with knife or bare hands        Knives slices off the shadow which                                 follows you        Left Hands gentles to hide from                                       right hand   Sitting in a park under a canopy love   To fill my mouth and tummy with                                       pie     Life disguis...