You are the pen to my paper
The muse to my art
Through my words
You will live forever
In the hearts of those
Whose eyes have gazed
Upon the work you inspired.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
As a child, I walked on the swollen grass
Surfing my hand through whispering flowers
I fixed my dream to catch the rising sun
Afloat like a kite behind the mountain
My feet glide fast on the broken path
I pulse and I pulse and the day is hot
Yet my eyes shine with sparkling dreams
To get to the sun; To know what it means
Alas there's a time, when my feet lose the dark
My dream now stares straight down at me atlast
But when the day confines & evening comes
Sun sits on flowers, myself on mountains
Oh sweet Dreamcatcher, you were honey-trapped
Is such the worldly nature of things? I ask
Once and once I wanted to touch the sun
She said the night shall pass & the day shall come
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
Her eyes sometimes looked red as sunset
Trying to hide the tears of late night fight
Caught between the walls of loving self or him
Alone is an enemy, melting down with whim
Should I say, yesterday, the moon was not full
He dialled her aroused and feeling the weak pull
At first, they danced in joy and spoke like butterflies
But the fight broke out when the disagreements were high
Oh the cacophony! that broke out in the silent sky
Their throats gave up and the air became dry
A minute before it was raining with abuse and curse
Pillows thrown at the stone deaf floor to make it worse
Don't you remember the warmth of the Redding rose?
You plucked out from my palm resting on my knee bent low
And the taste of the wine sipped by your lips behind your breath
Your deep rooted yes to my first love confess
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
A glimpse of you
in the shadow of light,
muddy soaked up leaves
becoming the road's delight.
The softened soil
reminds your touch,
your slow grip
soothing as such.
In the surrounding mist
my eyes search for you,
the heart beats love
dreaming of us
warm in this rain...
painting a lovely view.
The clouds bring to me
your love from far away,
all I feel and see,
your presence near me
.
entire night and day !
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
*Here the horse munches the grass
little knowing the trots of yore
for time when lays the bricks with curse
unhinges the strongest door.
Here the horse is tethered to feed
little hearing the neighs of past
for time when crumbles sows a seed
grows new order from soil of dust.
Here the horse lazes in sun
little seeing the shadow's growth
for time when ends a period's run
buries in the walls a lover's oath.
Here the horse walks in a round
little feeling the earth's spin
for time when shrinks the highest to ground
kingdoms fall in heaps of ruin.*
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
So each day we trade our lives with time,
To learn new ways to spend them wise
And in return time turns our hair white,
And takes back that spark left in our eyes
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
Sometimes you tend to form a beautiful thought, overcook it, burn it and leave it alone! Instead, just do it!
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
There's a war within blue ocean
And there's velvet colors in the sky
Its not the usual jungle campfire
Just warm your bones, lie besides
Warm your gaze, look at the stars
Come home, you are not so far
Love is like the violent tides
Low at day and high at nights
And we'll sing out the songs
We wont fear for the dark
We will live for some time
We will be dancing to campfire
Come now you come, along me
Walking hands in my hands
When we'll reach the other side
We know we would be friends
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
The fire inside my belly
Doesnt let me sleep one night
And when i try to put it out
It gets bigger & bigger inside
It slowly tries to reach my mind
Flaming new dreams with time
And when i ask for peace
I can see the only end
It craves for passion and desires
They're like the wind to its lungs
No matter how hard you preach them
Still one day you will be left to burn
And when that day comes to meet us
When we'll have stopped to look for answers
That morning you wont see the sun rise from
We will all be just ash; left with no more questions
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
Time is like an ocean,
Flowing endless with colorful mood
We are like travelers crossing the beach,
Waiting & waiting for it to kiss our feet.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC