Mornings blow essence when
You drool over warm coffee
Stars twinkle radiant when
You wear graceful glare in eyes
Nectar pours in varied flowers when
You reflect knight in my shining armour
Atmosphere embellished when
I was engrossed in our little rendezvous
We are blatantly delicate
Though troops of intuitions blaze
What if it is the tranquility before hurricane?

Engulfing dew from misty cold
Snoring on frosty haystacks
A dense carpet swirling around
Of crafty creatures and hags from hell
Fresh rainy aroma in delight
Inescapable , unhindered through nostrils
Neither railways' wheels of time
Nor bickering souls tarnishing demeanour
Mounds of besmeared rocks
Severe yet silent
But since joyous moments last momentarily
An ant from the core bites me harshly
I step into droughts of aforesaid enlightenment
As I close doors into confinement..

Millenia a moment
wishes on all the starfish in the ocean
wouldn't make Wilcox happy in love

Indivisible divisions
infinite wisdom where math and science
will never meet God

Did science create a universe or simply define it?
Where beginning meets end in pinpoints of minutia
that by definition and design will never actually meet

Cradle me in your arms for nanoseconds
each holding an eternity
If only time could be held by more than mere memory

Maybe, everything until the now that is never the now
can touch a moment
that can never be broken into its smallest parts

She sneaked in with polished boots
Carried her lateral inversion
To her " the other side"
Left behind indelible impressions
Shattered granite masks
She snapped off yet persevered
In the social, ethical arena
Utterly bewildered and besmeared
She entitled herself
" The Protagonist in Photographs"
But in the flashlights of sparkly stares
Filled with immense lustre
She was bewildered and besmeared
Adored her dull granite mask
Carried her lateral inversion
Left behind memorable impressions
Crying in the corners..

When the intermission bell rang
A bunch of boys grinning widely
With shrewd, calculative looks
Fumbled one at front
Inquired, " Hey what's #metoo??..

I hallucinate the havoc departure
Under the oak and warm sunshine
Among wreck and decayed matter
In the vast expanses of ghastly spirits
That dilapidated graveyard
Devastating eagle
Amidst sticks and shovels
I hallucinate..that breathless moment
Digging into labyrinth
Waving ephemerality..