23/M/India, Kolkata. An admixture of life, loss, and liberty.
Seeking to spread the mirage of a thousand dreams
A character underneath the hazy shades of appearance, Sleeping for a thousand years or more,
And, Like a mirror which trembles at the passing of hunts and hordes 78 followers / 6.5k words
When you wake up and you have 600 clothes to wear, enough thread notes to curl your hair, parmesan, strawberries and indigo red wine, You should innovate for such an absolute reason to rhyme.
Paint me a picture with the minimum of words. Sing me a song through syllables and verbs. Compose me a serenade with colourful verse. Create me a dream with metaphor - but terse. Somewhere my mind can escape through rhymes where my heart can dance to your rhythmic lines.
Paint me an ocean with your deep penned emotion. Add a little sun that will set me in motion. Colour me a sky with shades of natural beauty, so can I bathe in its splendour you've created for me. Place me on a cloud so I can drift through your vision and roam through the worlds that all poets imagine.