We could wait but the sun may never come
so now is the time to focus your mind, sweet butterfly vibes will flow from inside.
Buzzed about by merriment, towards the frolics of future fun.

Chained together through strengths of friendship, inclined to speak with peace of mind, no bribes.
These smiles and grins fuel ambitions within that create the modes of self control.

We play, to learn and communicate as those bright days will pass soon so set your tone.
Yearn to motivate each one which comes, sustain the road to growth as its for them, to make sense of their future roles.

Sometimes one doesn't emit any shade or tone.We actually see the reflection radiated by the prevailing situation upon one's own aura.

© Spriha Kant

I can’t leave

the fatigue
that i keep
in my brain
hidden
from the pain
that i breathe
that i bleed
as I plead
to be free


I am chained

to this bed
all the dread
that i feel
that i fear
is the sound
that i hear
as i scream
in my dreams
in my head
I am dead

Queen Fathima the Queen of Heaven
she tones her rose-red colour
lending nature a cool spark.
Boom, that fires up big bang!  
So she shades her hue
puts on her black niqab
so in her shadow nature may flower.
Now the full-blown scientia nature
is beyond every hand’s touch
eyes on for her Queen everywhere!

Wounded by one
same stone
crying in many tones!

deep as the ocean
soft and warm like mornings

sweet tones like chocolate
wrap me up and pull me in

these tones and octaves
how beautiful, these sounds

im in love with your voice