A tunnel; full of mystery and secrets Far from the Stars of Universe A light, flickering beyond the galaxy Captivating and cascading from the space   Was it a blank voyage to Heaven Or, was it a black sail to Hell It was much fascinating as I keep travelling Oh! It brought so much of burnt light that blinded me   My heart throbbed to death, plenty of times My soul crushed to ashes, million of times But I keep travelling into this void of tunnel It was a mysterious black hole voyage !   The speed of light torched me  It has a different shades, In million and tons of colour, I could not identify one of either I wonder ,will this tunnel had a drop end ?     By Priyanka S Raj @mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry International @Realistic Poetry Intentional

A Thousand Rainbow in My Eyes Have you ever felt a thousand shades of vibrant emotions altogether weaved in one single pristine light? The following verse celebrates the season of May and the immaculate beauty of May with the touch of love and romance of Nature. I leave upon the reader to relate their emotions with kind of emotions they're experiencing in the season of white summer, May. As, the May embarks to ornate herself in white I see the thousand shades of the rainbow in my eyes What shall I call this charm of immaculate beauty? It captivates like a first downpour in summer. The springs just turned into a colorful paradise, And the sun is as hot as the heart about to exchange the rings of fire; Oh ! I see someone flying beside me flapping his wings on my shoulder, Touching me gently and I see thousands of flowers dancing around me. A million stars twinkling in my soul, The nights have become a silky white river; Rowing through my dreams, beyond the milky- way, As we travel, we build our castle with red full moon petals. Oh ! I see a thousand rainbows in my paradise, You and me are like a flower and a bee, In the land of emerald ecstasy , my wings open hundreds of beautiful feathers Reminding us again of lost honey – drops to take home to the forest. By @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) @Realistic Poetry @Realistic Poetry International Twitter @mahipriyankaraj

ALASKA CALL : A VOYAGE POEM A classic #travel poem on the elements of nature and the romantic mood, combining the enchanting sound of the #Alaskan #mountains and #oceans. The poem emphasizes ‘Alaska’ with its #magnificent beauty at different stages and in different places, by including the art of love while also exhibiting #wilderness of #nature . Here it goes…….. I saw Alaska at its glacial best Where two majestic oceans meet And share the wilderness of nature But ask one of the soul to rest. I saw Alaska in the sea breeze Where the waves sing with the tides And kiss the hearts in the horizon But ask one of the soul to freeze. I saw Alaska call out the snowy coast Where you and I can stop for a while And merge the blue with the green waters But ask one of the soul to toast. I saw Alaska calling the voyage to dazzle more Where the vessel sail proudly on his trip And come back to the untold stories But ask one of the soul to swing at the shore. @mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry @Realistic Poetry International

Oh! I’m a surfer And just a surfer over the rougher seas storming, sliding, swaying without worrying for tomorrow neither for fabulous future just riding on my own and riding as a fierce empress without my crown to meet my sea-warrior left behind, at the shore and before it’s too I must ride, And accomplish the violent wave of ride. It isn’t easy to transform myself When I am lone rover Like free rover-rider Snaking the waves Marching the currents And fighting the high tides With the power Ruling inside me.... bursting, banging, bashing For a reason to prove. I’m a surfer, the surfer Riding the waves embracing the grey storm embarking on deep blue oceans Trying to explore the things I wanna change someday. All I need, my other half surfer To be with me, on my surfboard Because I’m dying to dive together Because I don’t wanna be lone rider Because I wanna come home Because I wanna breathe our summer love And share my adventurous voyage.... The voyage that reminds us Like the sea-warrior, together we are soul-survivor For together, we can win the world And riding the waves without you...... Is like a furious whirlwind devastating my soul. ©CopyRight2020@mahipriyankaraj.Creative Universe by @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) Twitter:@mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry International @Realistic Poetry

This dusky morning I don’t wanna wake up I don’t wanna greet the sunrise All I want is to lie down on his lap Today I want to defend myself From having a heart to heart conversation The green pines are out of my sight The scent of basil leaves is lost Let his eyes watch me, piercing the clouds All I want to catch a beautiful day ...... For, I want to have a peacock dance again. Sometimes I feel to break the intervals To experience the stunning cold shore To listen, his resounding heartbeat from the coast And recoiling my blanket again for a cosy sleep Sometimes, I feel to jump out of bed, for an unfiltered tour These morning dew droplets from heaven are serene In an impossible level, the sea enchants. On some drizzle dawn, submerged in morning breeze I miss the sweetness of rain, The melodiousness of music refreshing my soul Stimulating from the seashore to uplifting hills And soothing my eyes with peacock’s enthralling dance Let the pink lotus bloom again in the chilled lake For, this is blessed time, the pure, tranquil time To appease the beauty of morning romance again! Composed by @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) ©CopyRight2020. Priyanka Raj. All Rights are Reserved. Twitter : @mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry @Realistic Poetry International

When Blue is the new love of the season. A very special poem on the farewell of winter, which awakes for the hope of new love in the spring. I love the way when blue dips her Sanctified romance into the heart of the ocean Just listen to the waves When she sings and dance Like a beautiful mermaid. I love the way when white clouds float Through the azure sky, piercing her heart In the heat of the sun, in fiery flames around When he calls for his passionate love Like a burning Eros. I love the way she whirls and swirls Just look at her when she plays cupid Toasting to the old memories Bringing back the enchanting echo Like a classic violin melody. I love the way when he desires and wishes For a violet vanilla midnight kiss Across the blue shore, in the radiance of fireflies Cheering to the vanished bubbles of blue wine Like pure water romancing with icy crystals. @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) @mahipriyankaraj.©CopyRight2019. All Rights are Reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior permission of MahiPriyanka Creative Paradise . @Realistic Poetry International @Realistic Poetry

The solemn ballads came into end. The life at the cold shore calm down with the warmth of sunshine, glistering against rocks. Finally, it’s time to bid farewell. It’s time to rip off all our worries and get ready to embark on our voyage. The Yatch is willing to sail across the Amalfi to Aegean coast .Those choices and the mistakes which we made together must immerse through our souls. For it’s time to wrap our dilemmas and problems and close it for good. Should I say I have risen from the old sleep. The new dreams are waiting to bloom in the mountains. The jolly January is calling to have a get together. Oh! my beloved is gawking from behind and adoring me from his blue eyes. Perhaps that must be Fabulous February ,I can feel the turquoise ocean having a great tide tonight in the cosmic power of love and listening to Rossini Barber of Seville. Or should I say it’s the magic of marvellous March of which I have been catching breath in the starry night in the Paris on the magnificent bridge. And my love asking me with his charming smile, let me dip in the awe – inspiring  amazing April . In the Magical May somewhere in the white blossoms orchid and in the  purple glowing moon night in Venice I’m cherishing the wind chimes. Time keeps on moving ,the Jovial June brought some wedding news from the Vineyard of France and then two young lovers will again have their summer saga beginning in Joyous July Life is never still, and it takes many forms, more than water. Henceforth admiring August reminds me of Rainbow love with my colourful friends splashing our fears in the successful September and then I shall arrive at optimistic October for having harvest to my work cultivated in arena of Autumn . Nurturing my withered winter heart, I must land to nourishing November which will teach me, how to conquer the invincible times. Beyond my expectation I am seeing the angel flying to my garden in the Divine December blessing me for having a stunning soul which will make everyone happy. Nevertheless, it’s the grace of God which will revitalize the bliss of love, miracles, hope, care and with dreams to relish with my family and friends. Because it’s Dear 2020and I have been growing from tiny bud into flower with the power of beauty and glory. WISHING ALL MY READERS A VERY HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR 💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🥳🥳🥳🥳🌲🌲🌲🌲🤩🤩 @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) Twitter @mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry @Realistic Poetry

Lost in storm , Found in Desert When the strong winds tossed mine little soul I got lost in whirling waves tormented by storms Just like a small herb uprooted From her protective bark of woods , I was carried away to remote desert island And it felt like a scorpion bitten. My heart was numb and sore, until I realized, Seasons of pleasures, turned into dark pain And I was found on the dusty heaps of deserts. When the strong winds shook mine little soul, I lost myself in swirling waves of storms Just like tiny snail shell swept away From his angel mother living in the ocean Felt like a rock , left in the middle of coast Life is more like tales of seas and storms, Islands with sapphire waters suffocates me to live And my soul divests me , to breathe freshness I've been living on isle of white deserts, until I realized. @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) @mahipriyankaraj.©CopyRight2019. All Rights are Reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior permission of MahiPriyanka Creative Paradise . #darkpoetry #poetry #storms #deserts #winds #life #soul @Realistic Poetry @Realistic Poetry International

The day flows over crammed words Every language is a surfeit of images, There is no summer garden left within me; Memories are just like yellow fall leaves, Everything is mundane, and the time has deserted me Ahh! It took me some time to cry out my heart. My small little heart is shrinking day by day , In a million years, I never get occupied with; So much pain rings, of too much plank of sorrow, Overflowing into veins of my heart Neither, I hold a breath, nor can gulp, Every moment, I am suffocating in my agony. Oh ! I am freezing in cold air at the shore I am lingering with all of my desires, Weaved together our dream garden ...burned down, Withered leaf and flowers strew in front of the door ; As if, Life has stopped at the edge of my sweet home And I have become motionless to walk to the curvy road. It is August, perhaps days of withering embark Life wings from the top of the mountain , The delight of breeze is no more felt on my cheek, Neither I can’t feel the calmness of nature ; All seems I am buried in the deep dry grave. In this small town, fear is gripping me in her black arms. There is no elegance in the letter of old times The emptiness of my heart is peeling out love, Let me wrap around myself from the dead sun, I keep falling from the cliff, and my soul is bruised ; Ohh! missing my old blue jeans at the corner of the street, Walking in the rain, with my old school friends in late afternoon. With my ponderous heart, I couldn’t lift my soul Bleeding in memories of those magnificence time , Depth of my mind is whirlwind with emotive thoughts, Let me immerse my emotions in the cold ocean; My eyes sobbed with bitter tears, haunting at glorious city lights For now, I can’t tolerate the ache of my withered heart. I am clueless wandering, resounding with my self-esteem A broken soul is deteriorating, for unreasonable passions, For, I am unable to pour out those afterglow emotions The world chases me for my pure love and I --- Bleeds for being a warm and innocent spirit …. Who can teach me, how to deal with such trauma? That summer is lost forever, for good The crinkle of a leaf remains a souvenir ; And I am bearing a dead heart, without rising , A wispy veil of time casts a dew on the grave, This autumn, let me shed my infant’s feeble cry For my withered heart might bid adieu! Perhaps there exists no happy love, either great days It seems a death by a thousand cuts in a blink of an eye, Just to rise again, it will take to forget my life, For ages and ages, I have been suffering harsh summer night; Ahh! I don’t know when can I see joyous daylight? Let me isolate from the evilness of the world. BY @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) dated : 26th August 2019 Twitter : @mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry International @Realistic Poetry #WitheredHeart #BrokenSoul #Sadness #grief #evil #CryofHeart #Grave

Love Verse on Maple Leaf Theme : The maple leaf symbol represents various facets of love that stand for poetry, music, and lyrical art. ...and purest form of love. Akin to the sweetness of the maple sap, the maple leaf is known to represent the sweetness and wonder of love that is observed in everyday life. The maple has several meanings connected to various forms of love. I will brighten your soul with mine. Listen to stars, beloved. My love has no compassion , but I will give my heart to feel for you. Don’t be upset, I will sacrifice my soul for you . I will write down your pain and sorrow on my heart. Let your tears fall down on your cheeks , I will wipe it with maple leaves. May the spark of wisdom shine upon me,I will not force my love on you , darling Let me swim in the cold to protect you from the witch lake, my love Don't worry, I will send you , rays of life to warm your spirit. Let's bloom in the morning, it opens your cosy heart off. Ah! darling, sing your verse, my ears want to hear your sweet words Maybe love in the oceans flows high from the lips of the sea Let me endure your charm and innocence, and I'll embrace you with maple syrup. Maybe my love hurts you, but darling, love is a fire that burns spirit Oh! darling I will bring sunshine in your dark dreams. But if you ever give up , I will never able to forgive myself. While you are reading it my love , I shed tears from your eyes Take my soul , I give to you darling, forever Honour me with your with your beautiful secret love , I will sing it forever! ******************** TURKISH VERSION ************************ Akçaağaç yaprağı üzerinde aşk ayet Ruhumla seninkini parlatacağım. Yıldızları dinle hayatım. Aşkımın şefkati yok, ama kalbimi senin için hissetmek için vereceğim. Endişelenme canım, ruhumu senin için feda edeceğim. Acını ve kederini kalbime yazacağım. Gözyaşlarının yanaklarından düşmesine izin verin, akçaağaç yaprakları ile sildim. Bilgelik kıvılcımı üzerime parlasın, seni zorlamayacağım aşkım sevgilim Seni cadı gölünden korumak için soğukta yüzmeme izin ver aşkım Endişelenme, ruhunu ısıtman için sana yaşam ışınlarını gönderirim. Sabah çiçek açalım, kalbini açar. Ah! sevgilim, ayetini söyle, kulaklarım tatlı sözlerini duymak istiyor belki okyanuslardaki aşk denizin dudaklarından akar Çekiciliğine ve masumiyetine katlanmama izin ver, ben de seni akçaağaç şurubu ile kucaklayacağım. Belki aşkım seni incitir, ama sevgilim, aşk ruhu yakan bir ateştir. Ah! Sevgilim, karanlık rüyalarınıza güneş ışığı getireceğim. Ama vazgeçersen kendimi asla affetmeyeceğim. Okuduğunda aşkım, gözlerinden yaş döktüm Ruhumla al, sana sonsuza dek sevgilim veriyorum. Güzel gizli aşkınızla beni onurlandırın, sonsuza kadar söyleyeceğim both version written by @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) Twitter : @mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry #LoveVerse #Romantika #Turkishpoem #Turkishlove #Truelove #Heart #RomanticCouple

Musique du coeur Music which strikes inside my heart, is bleeding In every inch of my skin , pouring symphony of melody, Through webs of veins intrigued with Turkish flute Breathing winds of classic love, in highest sacredness; Ahh! couldn't resist the fascination of romance Capturing our spirit to swirl in the enchanting Riviera. Reflection from thou soul is bouncing divine light, Like thousand rays of sun warming my face; Springing whirls of songs on pristine sun, sea ,sand Ahh! I want to swing my heart in your strong arms; Oh ! thou charm is drowning me at the edge of abyss Let me radiate in the flame of love in my white robe. The way you ooze adore me in this weary world No one can equal the magnitude your true love When I can hear the echoes of your heart It is your love dripping from rain and rose, It is your love that resonates on rings of my soul , Ahh ! I breathe the same romance ; you breathe in me. The falling of rain is calling your name at black night, The sound of waves descends upon enchanting dreams, In the midst of amorousness ,arouses billions of passions; Into your eyes, thou vast sea of love resuscitates my heart, Like angels have flew down from the paradise on stunning Alayna Ahh! I can listen to this composition of our soulful love until eternity. Inspired from Turkish poets and poems....and the Turkish soulful music. @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) Twitter : @mahipriyankaraj @Realistic Poetry #Soulful #Love #Music #TurkishTheme #Symphony #SoulfulLoveSong

A short story based on summer excursions , of a couple struggling to have time for a romantic gateway. Read this summer fiction how it got magical , full of adventures and turned into beautiful summer love story at the end. THE LAST NIGHT OF SUMMER It was one of the best summer nights in France. Paris was full of romantic stars and above the purple gleaming night, the moon was shining brighter than ever. Jasper Marvel was on holiday. He is Mariner and serves in US Navy Seal. No wonder he is a decorated officer and as a Captain of his ship; he is simply outstanding; tall, handsome and a perfect man in every way. I work as a Senior News Reporter in Arizona Media House. With a span of three months, I got promoted as Managing Editor. My Boss was pretty much happy with the technique of handling the news story. And one fine day, he asked me to do an interview with US Mariner who was in one of the operations in the Gulf region. I boarded on the flight, with my Cameraman and that was how I met Jasper. We came to know about each other, gradually. He had a hectic schedule and so do I . Ever since that we hardly get a chance to talk to each other except over social media. It’s been two years meeting him in person and I was still waiting for his arrival in Arizona. June is the perfect time for spending the best summer ride. One could not resist themselves from having an adventurous summer excursion. Jasper and I planned for a romantic gateway long ago almost two years back. Someone has rightly said to gauge your love-bonding it’s better to travel with your love as long as you are enjoying the joy of ride with your darling. I always have a fascination for French wine though I don’t drink, nevertheless, vineyards of France evoke all of my senses. The alarm clock snooze near my ears, early morning sharp at 4.am and usually I do the same, dismiss the alarm ring and sleep again inside my cosy bed with all of love and warmth; the pleasure of being sleeping beauty ever since childhood. I enjoy my sleep especially when there is a rain shower at the onset of the morning. It was full of chillness and cold shiver. But……this clock is my close enemy. Almost my heart strikes after a few minutes when my cell phone vibrates beside the table. Jasper ringing me at 4:30 am. What’s the matter, I somehow managed to open my eyes. Jasper: Good Morning Sweetheart! Get ready, I am coming to pick you up, pack your bag, we have a flight to catch. I exclaimed …Flight! Where to? Are we going somewhere? Is there any emergency? Jasper: Hold on dear, It’s a surprise. I will tell you everything but all you need to do is now, get ready we have a plane to catch at 6: am. Today, Arizona morning had a beautiful sunrise, and I could feel the sensation cool breeze in the long arms of my beloved. I can view the enthralling landscapes from the plane’s window. It was the most beautiful moment of my life. Never had such a fantasy feeling. I guess the emotions were pouring out of my heart into his heart of gold. I was literally over the seventh clouds. Jasper: looking at me, gave a sweet smile and hold me close to his heart. Ahh! He was listening to Bryan Adams one of the lovely musical track “When you love someone”…. For a moment, I felt was I dreaming. Jasper and I never got time to have more adventures and entertainment. Possibly, Venus had a plan for us this time. We reached France and checked in a countryside paying guest for a light tour. Day 1: SAILING HOLIDAYS IN SOUTHERN FRENCH ALPS As I have heard…France southern Alps, it is the just like William Wordsworth Lyrical Ballads. What a scenic view! We have started taking a snap of places, capturing the beauty of France lavender Fields…trekking with a camera and sipping umbrella juice at the beach and to the most wonderful Lac de Serre-Poncon; an artificial lake. The fragrance of flowers is true enchanters. He plucked a beautiful bloomed rose and pin to my hair. You look gorgeous, sweetheart, said Jasper. I just look into his eyes for an introspect to his silent love, never expressed so finely in these years. Though we have been living in Arizona for eight years, we had never got such a feeling of the open breeze, the boughs full of lilacs and dahlias… DAY 2: PARA -SAILING AT BORA BORA ISLE IN FRENCH POLYNESIA Jasper and I woke up the next day early morning to explore the exotic Bora Bora island in the heart of French Polynesia. It is the most spectacular isle on this planet. Absolute Paradise! In the morning, the wind was low, we decided for a sail over the crystal-clear blue water amidst beautiful palm trees Along with mini cruise with our instructors, we board over a Yacht. And I stubbornly steer the boat. It was most, most, and most enthralling experience with my love. Just like “we can shake the world, together”; the best summer adventures loaded with lots of cheers and fun. Are you loving this? asked Jasper. I feel like I am the captain of the boat, Jasper. Jasper: Oh! sweetheart, you are certainly. He is a true hero of my life, always a supportive soul. As soon the mid-day approach, stronger winds gave us sensational adventure fun to our voyage, and I was steering the boat with all my powers. The Yacht was 9-metre-long and the turquoise water with a stunning mountain backdrop. Jasper decided to have parasailing. I was terribly afraid but he assured me. I will be there with you, close enough. And we got to hold and loose…and flew to blue isle across 300 km wide. Over the gusty winds, and ripple creating waves sound, we are literally flying over the Pacific oceans, with speed and sound of adventures. The heart was beating fast and my hair blew all my worries of my life just like super magic fantasy movies. There are many creeks and coves to explore on the shore. And the stimulating katabatic winds recalled me of John Masefield’s poem “Sea Fever”. We checked in to a most beautiful overwater bungalow at Bora Bora over three feet deep. You can imagine yourself like Mermaids. The sunset from Bora Bora island, glow our faces with golden love and leave us in heaven. Orange busting horizon with the cool breeze across the shores w makes us alive to fall for summer holidays every year. Spending evening at the isle was like living in a Paradise of Romance. It was, indeed, blissful! I am over this, this is so much of love and romance, Darling. As soon we were approaching the sea bungalow, someone at the sea was screaming. Jasper saw a woman who loses her control at the boat steering and the boat capsized. The weather was harsh and she was crying for help! Help! help! please help me, someone. Jasper jumped into the ocean and swim to help the growing crew. He managed to reach them within five mins, as he is a fine swimmer. I called the instructor at the base and he managed to reach with the boat and the four lives were saved. She was French. Lady: je vous remercie! to as un brave mari. And I gave her a sweet smile for thanking Jasper for his bravery and kindness. Day 3: TOUR FROM FLORENCE TO CHIANTI CLASSICO The other day we took a flight from Florence. Chianti Wines is nestled between two beautiful cities of Florence and Siena. It is the most historical place in entire France. Chianti wines are well-known for the most celebrated vineyards for producing red velvety wines ever since the 13th century. No wonder, Chianti is known for her natural beauty offered with culinary treasures. The rolling hills are carpeted with olive green grooves, vineyards and lush green fields. We never had so much exciting sightseeing as we are having in Chianti Wines, trekking to local vineyards was full of life and love. Capturing every moment, in my camera for a time capsule. What more is a need in a relationship other than love, care, beauty, loyalty, trust and an ideally romantic trip; and life with nature with your most idealistic man. In the afternoon, Jasper and I make a round walk to the north of the attractive main square of Greve in Chianti. Through this picture-perfect landscape, it takes us to the Chianti Classico area, passing by the Villa Calcinaia and numerous vineyards with “Azienda Agricole”. I can’t keep my eyes off while passing through these heritages. Jasper knew my taste, so he deliberately planned; blend of nature, aesthetics, oceans, wine and culture. Amidst stunning hamlets of Renaissance cities of Tuscany, Jasper and I descend through a forested valley of the century-old chestnut tree to Radda. Sometimes walking around the mountains could be more challenging. Discovering ancient Roman farmsteads, the beautiful villa was a soothing feeling and a sensory vision. And over there, we came to learn about a summer Wine festival held in Chianti. Some local farmer communities organise every year this wine tasting festival; a celebrated vineyard festival and the best wine win the prize money. Basically, they are practising a tradition culture agritourism or agriturismo. Summer is never so much amusing as I am having here, Jasper. Indeed, I do agree! Are we going to taste these collections of wines, I asked? Yes, love! But you know I don’t drink. Oh ! Darling, we have to taste the wine, don’t have to consume, Jasper delightedly spoked. In his humour, he is winning my heart every time. It was filled with musical ambivalence and people were dancing with their partners. The song was my favourite one “Take me to Your Heart”. Absolutely complimenting with the moment, we are enjoying at the Chianti Wine Summer Festival. What so suddenly called his strength. Jasper hold my hands, Will you be mine dance partner, Bella? And I cheered, I do. It was the most beautiful evening, sunset in crimson was waving us and Moon was shining in her silver lustre in mid of violent starry sky. And we were having a rocking time at this loveliest countryside. DAY 4: THAT SPECIAL SUMMER NIGHT IN SIENA I never knew this summer is going to be so special for me; it was like a fairy-tale fantasy moment. We catch a flight to the last destination of our romantic tip, Siena. Each day after excursions, we talk for hours at our hotel window, viewing the light of the world. At the campfire, with the soft romantic music listening and recalling the moment of every day, every inch of our trip set on cool summer beaches, that refreshing sail to French river, para-sailing fun vibrant vineyards natural mountains treks and hiking. Dreams which have dreamt together, sometimes it turns into the most emotional moment, sometimes into most romantic. But never had a feeling one summer night, it could be one of the sensational moments for me. There is something inexpressibly touching in Chianti, Jasper. Yes, of course, Honey! Inexplicably lovely and exquisite, and impressing views and intoxicated admiration, I cannot help myself getting away from you and here. Jasper was wearing my most favourite white suit, dressed almost like a French man, with more of elegant collection from Paris we did a shopping earlier. And at the heart of the hotel, he had somehow arranged a celebration for us. On a projector, he was showcasing our pictures taken by him, selfies at high altitudes snap from wine tasting festivals and chasing a French lop in the vineyard. I was overjoyed while watching these pictures. In the mid of hotel courtyard, there was a castle-like structure created with lights and silky ribbon curtains. And he holds my hands, I was wearing a red-wine coloured gown with a pearl necklace stud with ruby. I was looking much like a queen. Jasper : “I want you forever in my life, I want to spend every summer holidays with you, I want to be your apple of eye, I want you to be in your Love poems , I want to grow old in your lap of love and I want to walk on beaches barefoot, splashing water and sailing together. Will you be the enchanting waves of my life?” I just wanna live and die in your arms, just give me a chance to fulfil all of your bucket wishes. Baby, you are my angel and I wanna be your star-hero in your little cosy heart. Regina Park Will be you mine forever? Jasper with his passion of love in his eyes, holding my hands, glided with a gorgeous diamond ring. I could feel all of his love in his eyes and inside his most dazzling heart. Regina: Jasper, you leave me breathless. I still can’t believe you are mine. You complete me in every way. I have been loving you for a thousand years and will love you for more thousand years, creating more fairy tale chapters for us until we build our Paradise of Romance. You just walked out in my every dream. Jasper: But before that let’s create in souvenir in Siena. How about a Vineyard wedding, Darling? asked Jasper I am on it, Jasper Marvel. And he almost got wings and hugged me with his warm heart, hold me up as high as much I could touch the stars. Magnetic energy which Venus almost cast on us; a spell which I will treasure forever in my life. Perhaps I never had such a poetic proposal ever like this. The night was a solemn and at the peak of love; it was full of mystical. And my whole body was penetrating into starry light with the charm of the moon. I was full of tears in my eyes and swirling waves in my heart. All of this which I want for my life, a joy of our bonding; a rejuvenating love ballad. What a beautiful surprise which finally got fulfilled in stunning Siena. France shall be cherished for her most of successful love tales and for classic romantic touch in summer nights for thousand years. I felt like my mother was watching me from heaven and felt like finally got my happily ever after; a country girl got her handsome Prince. Written by @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) #ShortStory #SummerSaga #VineyardWedding #SummerAdventures #SummerFiction @Realistic Poetry ©PRIYANKA RAJ 2019. All Rights reserved.

Pull me close, Honey! Oh ! you hold me close Don’t pull me high I may fall from the top Don’ leave me low You may have not my heart. I don’t want to be away from you When you are just near to me My eyes are set on you Let me feel your jolly heartbeat Pull me close, Honey! Oh ! you hold me close.  A spoonful of sugar, with you A glass of wine, cheers with you Let life flow in sweet fine Let smile have a spark of shine Pull me close, Honey! Oh ! you hold me close. In this blithesdale sunny abode Here we go together, spirited, frisky To ride upon, blissful, ecstatic adventures feeling cheerful in this buoyant, airy breeze Pull me close, Honey! Oh ! you hold me close. In the hustle-bustle world, without a care Everything I take it easy on you  I fall for your animated happiness Let the literary joy take on you With a pinch of belated, beatific, gladsome Pull me close, Honey! @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) @Realistic Poetry #PriyankaPoetry #LovePoems #Romance #SummerLove #JuneWeddings

The following poem is written taking consideration of dangerous evils which exists in our society where females are prone to prostitution and victims of adultery by force of men community. Sometimes it might be because of human trafficking where young girls' are victims of sexual harassment or adultery. However, women are always accused of their sins which is committed deliberately or not. The world judges their character with their own terms and conditions. In such a scenario, how a young woman tries to respond and hide her identity, her lost beauty and her scarlet heart which once had fallen for love in her lifetime. Mine regal ruby staineth inside the Scarlett chapeau For I, no more can’t discern in dimeth of sun-shower As far as I remain, gallant girl, always desire for faithful beau Nor was I blessed to have the fortunate power. Those cherry flowers prepare me to pair In my purest love, enriched my dry hair Let thine rose garden wither today For ask me no more to bestow an atom of day. In the heavenly night of stars Hiding my face in light of shame-scars Ask me no more to sing with sweet throat Oh! let me scream in an immoral wine- note. Oh ! Whilst I tread to emerald east Those golden sea of grasses are waste Ask me no more, to ride towards winding west For I am full of lusty sins with lots of haste. Mine fragrant blossom lost in the past Those zesty elegance aren’t now at the cast Those beautiful thorn bird in the nest Let her delicate wings fly with the power of fast. Mine beauty shall never be found Neither shall be heard with the sound The chariot which once runs with sheer In the right of love, yonder for my daring dear. Let mine only eclipsed beauty shine Ask no more to change the subtle line Before I immerse in Deserts of Eternity Oh ! I must preserve my vital Virginity. TERM USED Cast: a troupe of artists Wine note: pretend to sing under the influence of alcohol lusty sins: adultery Verse By @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) #PoeticPicturePrompt @Realistic Poetry

The poem celebrates the essence of rituals performed in the wedding and its significant role in matrimonial bonding of couples. It is about love in its divine form, it’s holy power and expressing the purest romance and sacredness of marriage. Romance and Rituals Drenching under pure water of sanctified streams For it’s an auspicious day to celebrate and perform With romance and rituals, between two soul mates Under the millions of constellations, in the Universe. Let the beautiful day bloom on the eight pink lotus O! Mother help me dress in my golden attire Offered from our dear Lord in holy observance. Let the sixteen elements of makeup define beauty. O, Lord! let the divine pour into my heart From sprinkle of red coloured fingers to feet And I can feel every sensation of rituals Every inch of skin pores are enamoured In five attributes of sacred romance, Turmeric, sandalwoods, rose petals, milk and perfume. Flutes are being played on the music of eternal love Enough to mesmerize my mind filled with deep love O! my soul is pulsating to the lovely melodies O! Lord, I can smell the fragrant olfacation of romance. Mother! Help me stop dancing on an effervescent rhythm Stirring and spinning my snake long black hair Shining and decorated with stars like jewels I can feel the call of my only dear beloved. A message handover to us, from Our Mother, “Little Doll! now learned to walk and talk on her own Turned into a beautiful bride learned to laugh and cry O, Lord! give her special powers to decorate her married life And let both of darlings adore as Love is the ritual”. And I pray to my Dear Lord, Bless me, Bless me! On this full moon night, to bloom in our nuptial garden Let me be the better half of my handsome soul To make us sing a merry song of true romance. @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) @mahipriyankaraj.©CopyRight2019. All Rights are Reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior permission of MahiPriyanka Creative Paradise . @Realistic Poetry

Mother! O’ Mother , let me offer you my garland of water petals Which I interlace with my deepest pain Soul flowers which blooms in May summer Yet sympathy , I grieved , couldn't knit chain of white lilies. Mother! O ‘ Mother let me offer you my solemn love Which I collected in my little palms , with my hardest spirit White flowers which powerfully denotes your purity and sacredness Yet today , I have no courage to grieve with such traditional flower . Mother! O’ Mother let me offer you bouquet of carnation, on your grave Which I pluck with my blood and flesh to grace thy honour Those red flowers which bloom, to calm dead soul in heaven Yet, , today I preserve my heartache journey to reward thou glory. Mother ! O ’Mother let me offer you chain of gladiolus Which I weave with my love and compassion Flower which embraces elegance and grandeur of your divine face Let me keep your head up , with your beautiful representation Mother! O mother , Let me bestow my delicate mourning , with strength and unique character Which I bequeath with pearls of roses , chrysanthemum and sapphire of hyacinth Forget me not , for I tend to shy away from my sensitive emotions Mother , O mother let me weep silently with my half heart , on your lap of grave! Poet’s Thoughts: The poem which is written to mourn on the death of her beloved mother. A little daughter who craves to offer handful of flowers on her mother’s grave because of traditional and customary rules . Weeping daughter tries hard to reach her mother’s soul and allowed to attend her own mother’s funeral . The poem depicts the harsh nature of society on side , on the other love of her mother after her demise and pleading Godmother let her meet with her mother’s soul at grave to offer her funeral flowers , pay her tribute and imprint an emblem of remembrance in loving memory of her mother. #MothersDay #MotherLove #MotherandDaughter #DeathAnniversary #26August @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) @Realistic Poetry International @Realistic Poetry twitter : @mahipriyankaraj ©CopyRight2019. All Rights are Reserved.

When Spring comes in , brings two heart to blossom On a tall green pine, there was a couple of singing bird Chirping tweeting lovely melodies , a healer for my ears All of there were mild pleasant fragrance of variety of flowers Enough to make you feel white daisy ,pink tulips and golden daffodils New tender leaves eagerly waiting to open up Just like mine young emotions ready to burst At the side by blue lake surrounded by carpet of emerald grass And just like that you can sign a picture of whole scenic alps While you close your eyes, you can hear your song of your heart. It’s a moment of spring fever It’s a moment of spring cupid Even if you try to run from away from the romance The Romance of nature never let you quit And chilled breeze fluttering my thin hairs Smoothly blowing from the snowy peaks Wind-whipped grooves trees composing acoustic music White doves and baby goose learning to swim and walk All to make you feel in love with vibrant flowers , pines and your soul mate Slowly coming from heart , breathing air of romance , highly intoxicated. When spring comes in ,pristine pink orchards make you passionate Dripping from mine head to lips , rain shower pours through coniferous tips Maybe , there is a call for mine soul to pick my camera And click the range of beautiful memories way to live forever And not to forget , to hold your hands of your beloved With a promise walk hand in hand , even if it’s far from your reach Let the guitar strings remind his favorite love song tuning in April To dine together in rejuvenating nature , to cheer with French wine To make him smile while playing my unplugged violin notes Oh! When spring comes in , it’s time to lost again in your eyes ! @Priyanka S Raj (MAHI) @Realistic Poetry @mahipriyankaraj.©CopyRight2019. All Rights are Reserved.