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
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
You are the dream of my mind,
An image, a feeling so divine
You are the rays coming from the sun,
The one which sparkle my eyes
You are the wind in that hot summer's night,
Twisting & turning down my neck & spine
Tickling through my blood and bones,
Leaving without no marks and moans
I can hear you from some distance apart,
The sound is reaching but its been an hour
You are the eager wait before the rains,
Words in my mouth but stuck in my brain
You are the soul of my lonely heart,
Raving & glazing like a wild wood fire
You are the senses in my skin
My pen, paper and my Ink
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
Bright, sunny rays fall
On the tip of my window pane
Some go back; some cross the wall
Lighting up my otherwise dull decor
Three books,a pen ; A clock,three hands
And an old poster of Kurt Cobain
Clinging on its heels like a ballet dancer
On a tightly hammered rusty nail
An old,wine-colored music set,
A box of discs and a candle stand
Fired by the sun rubbed sulfurous sticks
Rooted calm and firm by my window pane
Wind creeps through on a balmy day
Takes my curtains to a fancy ball
On Cuckoo's song and wind chimes tone
Hustling sound acts as a background score
Rains come by , to give a wash
To the tips of glass and my tired mind
Dims the gleam of my fresh bright paints
Sets my mood for a romantic date
So, what else do I need to spend my day
A comfort chair and a pointed gaze
Glued to my seat i watch the show
That starts right from my window pane
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC