Blossom Mist

Rookie - 0 Points (24 February 1978 / India)

Blossom Mist Poems

1. Your's Truly 10/20/2011
2. I Have A Dream 11/17/2011
3. The Days Bygone 11/28/2011
4. My Angels Day 12/8/2011
5. Eternally Apart 12/19/2011
6. Wish You Were Here 1/7/2012
7. A Night's Love 1/7/2012
8. The Devil's Warning 1/9/2012
9. Through Your Eyes 1/15/2012
10. Tears In Rain! 1/18/2012
11. The Night Of The Knight 1/11/2012
12. To The End..Race! ! 3/12/2012
13. Wish I Could Fly 3/12/2012
14. The Precious One! 4/30/2012
15. Loneliness In Me 5/10/2012
16. Mystically Rustic 8/17/2012
17. Murder By Ice 9/15/2012
18. Redemption 3/9/2014
19. A Handful Of Sky 3/9/2014
20. No Longer 5/5/2014
21. A Surreal Tryst 2/20/2013
22. Fun 1/6/2012
23. Milestone 10/20/2011
24. A Mask 10/20/2011
25. Togetherness 5/5/2014
26. Unexpected Love 1/11/2012
27. Twilight Woods 12/16/2012
28. I Don'T Know Why............... 12/16/2012
29. My House 11/28/2011
30. Sweet Nibblets 1/4/2012
31. Your Silence 5/22/2012
32. Shadows 3/12/2012
33. Heavenly Desert 1/8/2012
34. I Am Sorry For Loving You............ 2/12/2012
35. Christmas Light 1/8/2012
36. Whisper In My Ear! 1/10/2012
37. You And Me 1/14/2012
38. Sept 6 12/14/2011
39. A Day's Affair 2/9/2013
40. Desirable Fire? 3/12/2012
Best Poem of Blossom Mist

The Fall

I open my eyes one fine day,
To find myself hanging on a cliff at bay
I focus my mind on how I got there
But fail as if my memory wasn’t there
I find it hard to understand, How I ended in an accident
The earth seems moving, the sky seems falling
I thought to myself it was heaven calling
I prayed my last as breath seems to fade fast
I felt happy to be free, as it would end all my misery
My fingers slipped, my strength dipped
And I started falling off the cliff
I dropped faster and my head felt lighter
Like an untethered kite or a swift feather
I saw ...

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A Mask

Everyday, a mask I put on from dusk till dawn.
I know not if its a habit forced upon.
As I look on, I fail to concur who's reflection it is in the mirror.
They say its me I see, but I remember, I was beautiful like eve.
Now all I see is a mask and me, which I wear n change you see.
I want to be four again, to be able to jump on the lane.
To laugh my wits out n cry out aloud, float on a cloud and lick my porridge
bowl.
To paint with hands and make bubbles dance, race with bikes and chase

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