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
Boldly.


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
1.
When you flows swiftly from my veins
To the plain canvas,
You become my poem.
2.
When my ink blushes with your thoughts
and  the color of ink changes to rose
You  come as my poem.
3.
When  I search alphabets to express me
Spontaneously   some letters dipped  in red  strikes me
You flow  in my poem.
4.
When I hear the roar of countless waves
Swing of mood hits the cage
You smile in my poem.
5.
When  my mirror want me to glow
I dream of you as my goal
You  run in my poem.
6.
When I  compete myself with the cuckoo,
And fit  the melody  consequently
You sing in my poem.



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Monday, 2 July 2018

Possibly...


Is this end or the beginning,
When  the  era  ended
Another  groove sprouting,
With lots of confusion in the beginning
The  dilemma , the wavering psyche
The pounding  in  my realm
Bringing  delight to the sunken lines .
An amusing  scintillating rhyme
Running all over my spine with an euphoric  velocity,
Words  of precision ,I search to define
The exact calculation between the strikes,
 an amiable space, caring for each other in every shape,
possibly  faith and affection is taking  part in the race
No chance of duplicity,
No chance of expectancy,
A sheer joy of fancy,
Possibly  for  the linking thread ,
As its knot is tied  powerfully  in  the chest.



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Sunday, 1 July 2018

When..

When I was in need of a stage
It was withdrawn,
When I wanted to dance in rain
Drought followed on,
When I wanted to crack the earth,
My orbit changed,
When the stars became my friend
Clouds hid them in its range,
When I chose my attire to pink
I was reminded of grey tinge,
When I fell in love with green
The moisture less sky poured nothing.
That day my voice chocked
I became numb.
Little drops of rain fell on my palm,and
The countless jingles poured on
With the blessings of the angel
Who wanted me to be one like all.
Henceforth I dance in rain,
Love the butterflies and multihued fountain,
I grumble not for the past
Because past taught me to enjoy the present with pleasure filled heart.



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