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Sep 2017 · 239
MR . TOMORROW
Sanya Sep 2017
Sanya singh
Sep 2017 · 327
NEON COLOR WORLD
Sep 2017 · 191
BLACK BERRIES
Sanya Sep 2017
I was moving on that misleading way,
Day was sunny and road sides were covered with hay.
That green enormous tree surprises me,
My soul saw that wild juicy black berries.
Something warned me , 'it may be not good for you,
To take risk i was there too!!!.
I started throwing stone on tree,
I got that dark black berry .
I tasted  it once ,
That berry was sour and Now i can call my self a dunce.
Like this i went for other and another again and again,
All were sour and made me ill and infectious and all was loss nothing i gain.
Now that misleading way is leading this being ,
Ignoring that voice of something is not a great thing.
Why not we should listen to that voice and be away from those juicy black berries .
Lets get that lamp in our dark mysterious way to solve those mysteries .
Sep 2017 · 187
DARK AND DUSKY FOREST
Sanya Sep 2017
DARK FOREST
I am the dusky woods.
Deep darkness is my core and zest.
Dark forest, someone's life is happening there.
To get themselves  lost is there only fear .
Everyday  i see huge fire flying in the air suss !! its the fancy imagination.
Carved is someone's own creation .
Hue winds are frilling around .
Neon is the world round .
S s s !!hey !! I m there in million colors , i m there in every imagination , i m there in deep sea , i m in you .
To get me there are only few.
If you get that dark, deep forest in your core Dancing is your inner being in me, its the addiction of nature trance.
As , THIS CREATURE'S SOUL IS ADDICT OF NATURE TRANCE .........
Sep 2017 · 203
DANCING FANTASY
Sanya Sep 2017
I have surrendered myself to that world where i m the part of that Storm, that fancy fantasy reminds me that emptiness of that world but, there is something which brings those ghastly winds and that wild Strom , nothing is seen in everything but its there something  and at the corner its me enjoying my insaneness .  

I m able to see those dancing souls attacking on me by their arrows and its  their poison ,slowly and slowly  I am becoming an creature erutaerc    and    now I don't need volley because I am scattering everywhere , I am loosing something but deserving something too,  I am surrendering my self to that world . I am willing to join them but .....who?

My eyes have no wish to be opened and my nerves are getting closer ,I was getting closer to myself and every bit of my  life is happening there and then suddenly I was facing that dynamic disaster because  that was a fantasy and it was the cruel truth .............still........ I have surrendered myself to that world where i m the  part of that storm .
Sep 2017 · 246
R U S T
Sanya Sep 2017
CATCH OF  ONE DRIP
My Sovereignty was lost , I am not what I was , I just remember that I was  a rust .
My heart was felling the pain in that charismatic world  , my soul is hiding somewhere
............still that smell of the power is catching me  . Again and again it is whispering that I am   addicted to nature trance .

My body was scattered and I too!  . Still its there covered with dust , sand and  feelings . Its there but getting lost to that core in days and days. I am eager to catch each drip of my self .

That way of stardust throws a drip to my heart . Its the cage to catch my heart but my heart catches that drip and gets caught in it but still my heart is beating violently ,it is beating vigorously , it is beating dynamically and it is beating ........it is beating
It is nothing but an addiction of nature trance
Sanya
R U S T .....
catch of one drip.......
Sep 2017 · 262
HE WAS LAUGHING
Sanya Sep 2017
By:-SANYA SINGH
☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺
Sep 2017 · 459
A JOKER WITH INSANE HEART
Sanya Sep 2017
POETRY OF A  JOKER
I whisper the Strom in my soul ,
That Stygian mask with freaky smile was mine.
I propose the wildness every night.
Every night I flaunt with my pumping heart dipped in darkness.
My chaotic  heart , its in the cage of love .
THE LOVE OF WILD BLOOD

I dance with the dusky rose ,
I play with my inky & curly hair .
I roll , I jump , I fly , I giggle ,I hop , I do stylish walks, I run , I run , I run and I blot ......
Now......
LET ME LOUGH VIGOROUSLY AND LET THE SILENCE ******* WILDNESS
Sanya
An wild imagination ............device used :- persona in literature ☺☺
Sep 2017 · 261
LIFE???
Sanya Sep 2017
By:-SANYA SINGH
Sep 2017 · 298
RUST

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