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"Thirty Best Folk Tales from Japan" by Bee Books   This anthology book is interesting to read if one wishes to grasp the dazzling cultural heritage and mythology of Japan.  The stories are filled with mythical creatures, moral lessons, and charming places that give the readers the chance to view universal concepts from the Japanese viewpoint.  The ever-consistent themes of these stories- endurance, loving-kindness, reverence toward nature, and humility- are the things that challenge and inspire readers.  The collection reflects how folktales act as vessels for passing wisdom across generations and cultures.   The book really manages to render traditional oral storytelling attractive eloquent and yet crisply engaging, transporting the reader in beautiful and fascinating settings gives each word an edge. All the stories here, richly endowed in details and descriptions, are endowed with symbolism that tremendously heightens the emotional inten...

Super Shy  O baby मेरी super shy   बस कहे वो hi bye, hi bye  आए जाए, छुप जाए, फिर आए   O baby मेरी super shy  झुकी नजरें, खामोशी की बातें   दिल की धड़कनें, सब कुछ कह जाएं   पर बोले बस hi bye, hi bye  O baby मेरी super shy  चाँद भी कहे, "क्यों इतनी संकोच?"   हवा भी पूछे, "कब होगा approach?"   पर वो बस आए जाए, आए जाए   O baby मेरी super shy अब कहो कुछ मीठा, दिल खोल कर   Hi bye से आगे बढ़े ये सफ़र   थोड़ी शरारत, थोड़ी मुस्कान   O baby मेरी super shy  शब्दों से खेले, पर बोले ना कुछ   दिल के दरवाज़े पर रखे हैं रुक   एक पल की हिम्मत, बस थोड़ा खुल जाए   Hi bye से आगे कोई जादू चलाए   अब बोले कुछ प्यार से, थामे मेरा हाथ   शर्मीली हँसी में छुपा हर एक राज़   Hi bye से आगे कोई जादू चलाए   O baby मेरी super shy Penned by Mysticaanjali   "I'm participating in #Blogchatte...

Ro Lene De  रो लेने दे मुझे रो लेने दे,  जी भर भर के मुझे रो लेने दे।   तू मुझे ग़म के आँसू न पीने दे,   जो भी दर्द है, बह जाने दे।   दबी हुई आहों को आवाज़ मिलने दे, दिल के वीराने को बरसात होने दे।   सदियों से थमी हलचल को उठने दे,   सैलाब बनके मुझे बिखरने दे।   रो लेने दे मुझे रो लेने दे,  जी भर भर के मुझे रो लेने दे।   तू मुझे ग़म के आँसू न पीने दे,   जो भी दर्द है, बह जाने दे।   हर अश्क में कोई याद सिमटी है, हर आह में कोई पुकार दबी है।   रोक ना मेरी तन्हाई का सफ़र,   आज ख़ुद को मुझसे मिलने दे।    तू कहता है हंसना ज़रूरी है, पर ग़म भी तो जीने की मज़बूरी है।   हंसते चेहरों के पीछे भी तो दर्द रहता है,   उसको भी आज ज़रा बोल लेने दे।   Penned by Mysticaanjali   "I'm participating in #BlogchatterA2Z" and  Blogchatter

A Queen's Quest For Love Through the shadowed corridors of the gold-leaf spires she passes, with burning heart blazing beneath her crown of gold, yet hollowed inside and hungering for love where dreams take root. No jewels nor crowns nor transient praises could snuff out in her soul, because the tie she desired would need to be deep, amazing, and liberating for her to build a new world. Through tempests and tears, she weathered living it all as anxieties echoed through groans in the sea. There has to be someone to shout out her name, whoever that may be, but not for power, fame, or victory. Under the soft silver light of the newly waxing moon, she found the one who would cast the slowing of time. A simple heart, with honest eyes in which love was written in the heavens. And so the quest was at its end, for love was it which could not be distorted by crown. For as even queens, by the changeable fancies of fate, are deserving of a life-giving love. Penned by Mysticaanjali...

Playful Love  She sparked chaos and spice in the kitchen,   In flour's every direction, he went on, "not again!"   "Let's bake cookies!" she said full of cheer,   He muttered,"Oh really? Till morning this will steer."   From the dough came games shared with fun,   With shrieks of laughter, he crawled out of the sun.   And, midnight, pure gold, all of the sweet, starchy creations lay;   There on silvery trays of love they were put on display.   She dashed into the shop for her hoped-for treasure,   With her eyes bright as stars, it was a mystery to treasure.   For solace on the historic side was his phase,   She replaces it with a romance-What an antic in her smiles and grace.   He scowled a little at first. Then he turned the page,   Behind him, her giggles rang cordially on this stage.   But in no time, he found himself chuckling w...

Orange  You are my orange,   sunk into splendor,   sweet of soul,   with just the right zing  To make it all worthwhile.   A splash of juice,   an ardor of taste,   pinch of love,   nothing can ever  Get the best. Penned by Mysticaanjali   "I'm participating in #BlogchatterA2Z" and  blogchatter