Wind Whispers to become the water
Water gurgles despite of sadness
Land hustle with the wilderness
Fire with his haughty laughter, leave the room, with slither crown.
Sky dawn with a glistening smile
Moon wakes up the silence of dawn
Leaving a trace upon the rise of sun

last drop of rain reminds me of departure,
Dew on the grass always sits well with aparture,
Synchronisation of this melancholy goes well among the untouched soul
And Oh- How I wish, to be a platform of this lovely evening salt
Warmed with the cards at hand,the joker with an Ace in palm
A tapestry of grassland with pinch of plum
I apologise with gesture only meant for you

Dear Ronnie
Weeping in sorrow
Drinking tears, as if Dark 'N' Stormy
Hugging bears, as if your mommy
Lemme give a clear cut reason
To hold back love, untouched by chisel
Whiskey beer under the cupboard
Sobbing as if midnight summer
Let us wrap you in warmth and cover

Dear Ronnie
Listen to us, to make it tither
With hand like winter, let it melt down to summer
Having the scent of dew in late August winter
Let us embrace you in pocket cover.

Enchanted spell with chants of rain
Cloudy eyes with flickering hate
fool who believes drills Of this world
Lit up with ashen past
waiting to bid adieu with a smiling face
Awestruck with afterimage
Of Mirage of distant place

Silhouette of delusion
Perplexed with emotion
Numbed to tips of finger
Frequent letter with hint of texture
Lemme embrace the vessel of this gesture
Under the blanket of ocean
Forgiven till nemesis
Azure, vermillion entwined with rupture
Let it be the best gesture to my departure

Past mistakes linger, leading to an uncertain end,
Familiar moments reveal truths we weren’t meant to find.
The sky burns blue, tasting like whisky on the tongue,
Magic fades, just another story we’ve heard before.

Gray drops from eyes, shiver at the back
pondering the existence itself
finding meaning into uninteresting do's
living as a body, but tired from soul
sound clanking into ears, disappointed
is it to please?
is it to forget?
is it to play?
is it to watch?
is it to write?
is it to gossips?
it is tiring, all the chaos
muddled up mind, choices which fickle
minding myself, no one worthy for me
summarizing the platoon with a bronze scar
just storm out the pyramid with a foe
leave this chaos, with mines of jewels