Rawr! Every bit of support matters

it takes a dinosaur to blow the warmth of love,

whisper a lullaby to make souls cherish the joy

of this day, marked with words that resonate

from within the heart, and felt by all the hearts,

beating not synchronized, but still melodious,

unbound and yet adjoined even in distance

like the scales of ‘saur, and thus we must rawr

when she speaks of her hurt, all in there that

never overshadowed her hopeful anecdotes

of life, living and trying out hard to be the one

you are, and thus we must rawr, all rawr now

to give voice to her voice and use that coin

of support which scintillates solicitude when used

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Many of you must know Rarasaur, the ever wonderful blogger and story-teller. Her lively personality shines through wherever she takes a turn paving the way for blogger interaction.

She is a dinosaur. And she and her husband need our support today when they are confronting  a difficult situation in their life. I hope you would try to support them even in the littlest way possible. Because every bit of support matters. Please visit Rarasaur’s site and her husband, Grayson’s site to give them your kind support. You can make the Donations(Financial/Food) here:  TheQueenCreative.com/thank-you. Also, you can spread the word so that others could also help/support them in some way.

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the tree of blogging-

we hold onto each other

leaves, twigs and care

The blogging community is much like a tree and we are the various leaves and twigs and we are branched together by our friendships, communications, genuine care and support for each other.

To all my readers, You matter.

I am linking this post with dVerse Poetics and I have completely transformed my writing space/blog/site, about which you can read in my previous post: Changes. I’d once again like to remind you that you can help Rarasaur and her husband by going to the aforementioned links and by spreading the word. Thank you.

May be the future isn’t so bright for me…

May be the future isn’t so bright for me

May be I won’t always be free

But at least I won’t be as trapped as I am now

I know no one, not even I myself can make such a vow

But I got to have some faith in something

May be my decision won’t solve everything

But I got to believe, I got to have some hope

I need to stay clinging to some rope

May be the future isn’t so bright for me

But I can hope it is a far better tree

than the one upon which I sit today

Maybe I will find the lighting ray

One which will make it all fine for me

Even if I won’t always be free.

Random Poetry

Fibonacci

See

me

in the

eyes of

nobody else but

only that of your very own.

Five-Liner

Meet

me on

the river side

where is situated the

temple.

Fibonacci

The

long

chatter

you have had

with yourself, for sure

did terrify me completely.

Haiku

beam of Sun over the

top of the enchanting tree

trapped in memory.