Wednesday, 18 July 2018

My sensitivity

Thoughts when surge,
I ramp on some plots
I roll on and on with the bygone slots
Hot blood rush from bottom to top
Warm face and cold feet take asylum,
Of some distraction to keep me fit
I present myself cool
Though inwardly I stroll with thousand thoughts to rule.
I feel the vacuum ,
I miss the absence,
I abuse the incidents,
I accuse the moments,
Then I realize your presence.
I am standing on the cliff
Carrying your essence
With the belief of positivity
And some aspect of negativity ,
You are very much alive
In my sensitivity.

Tuesday, 17 July 2018

Umbrella speaks

Heaven is pouring heavily
Inside the concrete foundation
My beloved is snoring loudly
Keeping the doors closed
Windows shut
I am waiting to damp in the wet weather
And to become shelter to the beautiful suitor
She is probably not conscious of my apprehension
I weave some magical thoughts in this magical foundation.
If I go out with her…
I will be her shelter
I will enjoy the beauty of her tresses wet in the rainwater
Droplets will radiate in her silky skin
Her lips will utter incredible lines of pink
I will be the one to get pleasure of her crimson beep
Alas! she is sleeping…

Monday, 16 July 2018

The Revival

I wiped the dust from the meniscus
The earth around looked beautiful as such
The rain added gloss to the lush green bush,
The tickling droplets from my dry roof
Is invigorating the fresh leaflets in my hedge
The dampen wings of mine
Revives and rejoices
Dances and sing verses
I leap now miles without break
Without staggering
Without stammering
Facing the wind
Sailing in the ebb
Crossing the fire
With the silent rage
Horizon explores
Criticism deplores
I move on and on to run,
Among the meadows
Among the shadows
Counting fingertips
Tapping my footprints

Thursday, 12 July 2018

see you in dreams

See you in dreams.
Let’s meet in the dreams
Here no time string
No obstacles to ring
No tantrums
No quarrels
No mood swing in the melody
Only you and me
Will live in the paradise
With the honey and luscious rhyme cladding the breeze
Clouds will cosset our brim
Stars will sing and the moon will dance
We will live our moments with romance,
Forgetting the world around
Cherishing the delight
Enjoying each other’s company
Like we never found

Wednesday, 11 July 2018

His question and her answer

He said-
I absorbed you in my heart,
With you the color of the blood becomes dark,
The depth is not measurable,
The platelets carrying you is not countable,
The wandering thoughts of mine succumb to one parable,
You featuring prime in my fable,
And you dear …
You are not considering this as notable
and quite forgetful towards my emotion.
She said..
Words you spoke is gentle.
Touch my bosom like the electric cable,
The current is spreading its effect in my system
So my focus has changed it’s dimension
I too feel amiss in my vision
feeling relaxed after hearing your confession,
Now my question to you is…
Does blood become thicker when someone occupies your nectar?

Tuesday, 10 July 2018

The thought of you

I slept to wake with thousand thought of yours,
Looming and weaving in dreams 
Little fear 
A tinge of excitement,
A surge of happiness,
Ready to bloom with your fragrance
Then I realized you are here
With me, closed in my closet
Living in cheers.

Tuesday, 3 July 2018

You are my poem

You are my poem
When you flows swiftly from my veins
To the plain canvas,
You become my poem.
When my ink blushes with your thoughts
and  the color of ink changes to rose
You  come as my poem.
When  I search alphabets to express me
Spontaneously   some letters dipped  in red  strikes me
You flow  in my poem.
When I hear the roar of countless waves
Swing of mood hits the cage
You smile in my poem.
When  my mirror want me to glow
I dream of you as my goal
You  run in my poem.
When I  compete myself with the cuckoo,
And fit  the melody  consequently
You sing in my poem.

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