Cleopatras’.

Whom did Cleopatra love? Was she sincere to Julius Caesar or to Marc Anthony? Even Cleopatra hadn’t had a clear answer. Is every woman turning to a D-day Cleopatra?

At the end of every joke shared, moments cherished and the last minute ice-cream scoops together; finally Why do every women fall to the Royal lineage of Cleopatra. Why do they follow the inspiring heredity that Cleopatra had left behind?

They've been in the even process to be in the Cleo’s shining cloak. They are faithful in being so. What else should they be doing? Knowingly or unknowingly every feminine cats finally smoothens their paws to jump the next the door.

I’ve been in touch with a group of such; ‘Cleopatras’’, who swing to and forth to the side they feel more comfortable to be comfy. Once I wondered “How can they do it?” Now I sigh in relief – “Who else can do it?”
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A Sky to look upon!

Winds weren’t lazy,
So were the kites;
Clouds were dark,
Came down the rain,
The sky got changed,
A new painting was born.

Winds were chilly, but it was mild. When it touched my face directly, the only thing I could do was to close my eyes, and feel its brilliance in budding goose-pimples in me – the slenderest kiss of the wind. Shouldn’t you too experience the wind? These are little big things we shouldn’t afford to miss.

The sky was patterned with clouds which seemed as cotton balls exploded a moment before. At the terrace I sat staring into the sky. I don’t know, I get happiness when looking plainly into the sky. I believe, it’s the expanse where a painting is born every second by mere change of winds or flick of a bird’s wings.

A gaze into the sky - Isn’t it all we need to be amiable with our woes? At times it is all we needed: a sky to look upon!
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I’m wind, sea, desire and my self!

I’d love to come out from the wind to be the wind.
I’d love to be the sea of multiple hopes…
I’d like to be a star, a fireball of desires – a burning Illumination.
I’d love to win back my conscience by evolving back to self - Can I ?
I’ll travel the road made for me by me, even if I didn’t reach anywhere I desire; I’d be proud that I've built a road.
I'd be happy as for I was the wind, the sea, my desire and remained my self!
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