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Postman Aug 2017
Hazy veil
of mazy
abstract cumulo tangle
quasi-close to the ground
accentuates the beauty
of the mighty river
at the edge
of a dangerous
denim cascade
leading to a free fall.

At every step
fading spiral shades
of lighter hue
entrenched in white
rashly caress
those fine
fascinating fringes.

The rugged rocks
hugging dusky tone
have fought
the flowing frenzy
of the heavy fume,
tried in vain
to obstruct the drain,
but at the end
laced the azure
with a golden chain,
witnesses the green
that grows within.
Postman Jul 2017
As I reach out
to restore the real charm,
a subtle veil reduces the vision.
Postman Jul 2017
The vivaldian violin on
the sweet green grass,
the melodious moon
oozing sensuous bass,
'Tis a time drenched in
delicate honey delight.

On the luscious grass,
I swoon under the moon
as you, with a fine gaze,
send my mind to a maze.

The maddening wine
in your twinkling eye
invites the amorous vine
to rise high, up in sky.

As I see the ritzy river
embracing the rivulets,
lakes amidst lakelets,
islands around islets,
offer life in a new hue,
all in one fine you.
Postman Jul 2017
Twists and turns,
gorges and meanders,
war against
the watershed
in a relentless desire
to be one.

is simple
as simplicity

Amidst the maze,
there's barely any haze,
every turn has an end.

A straight long highway
though goes undistorted,
won't let anyone see
what is there ahead.

Eye-sight is sure to fail,
the sight before those
who took the easy trail,
won't either be a help.

As they won't dare to accept
their wise unreasonableness,
dismissal of the their realness!

The righteousness
of the outer world
is enough
to ruin the natural reason
that reigns the land that lies in
the inner world of
green-seed possibility.

A leisure walk
in a labyrinth
doesn't promise a destination.
there's the threat to be lost.

is a constant company,
as advices echo like an earworm.

As there's none
to pat your back
and millions of fingers
pointing at you,
with some dreadful derision.

You end up losing
the slightest peace
the precious perennial spring
refuses to flow
in ephemeral unbelief,
repentance wrecks
the very zeal of exploration.

The desire to reach the core
may sink
before meeting the shore.

Doubts may loom
as early as
you step out of
the wise path to doom.

Sometimes it may even seem,
the highway has all the peace
in its offering
for each
of us.

So at times,
the labyrinther meets
the mirror of mockery himself.

amidst the darkest of disdain
you must call
someone on the highway
in order to put the mazy route
in comparative sunray.

is your cup of coffee,
isn't going
to make you happy.

For a change,
be a fool,
go deep down
the darkest wood.

the wise-you
to leave some space
for the fool in you.

the fool
to invigorate
pluck the flowers
of courage
so that he can stand
the breaking barrage of
a game of illusions
called reality.

Let's call it
what it is.

A story called life,
with a tiny
variance of choice
made by one
an atypical approach!
Postman Oct 2017
Let the wind be like
a horrendous hurricane
an earthquaking wave
of rebellious revolution.
Who has ever asked
her to blow only gentle?
Postman Jul 2017
An artistic soul
worships art even
in the darkest of times.
Art is the light that guides you
when all drift far away from your side.
At that time, you'll meet a new set of people.
They'll traverse the track in your very rhythm.
They will also dance as artfully as you do,
at times it will seem fun to have them too.
But no matter how many choose
to dance to your tune,
but you must
you can't defer
isolation forever.
Postman Oct 2017
Emerald emotions
as the sapphire soft twilight
floods the oceanic floor,
in celestial grace
smiles above
majestic marine magic
fans out in rivulets
thunderous liberation
in luminous wavelets.
Postman Sep 2017

Blue heaven like cotton cozy
bountiful of blooming poppy
soaked in azurine shade,
sensual floral wreaths crawl in.

Sky colored little leaves
kiss the spaces in between,
snowy laces like balloon strings
swing free in a suave stream.

Few flaws have added to the grace
we know with time novelty fades
in reverse proportion comfort swells
peacefully I sleep on the florid bed.

Postman Aug 2017
Two hills together
stood *****
on the plain paddy field
they didn't belong
to the place
but added to its grace
with a beautiful lace
defined the contour
Postman Sep 2017
A child drew a league of orange trees
a fire brewing amidst a turbulent sea
a glass reflecting a transparent bunch
of yellowish unruly green grass,
in place of a pencil he had used his pain
to color the blazing land of vermilion wonder.
Two daughters sat under the blazing Sun
the moon like a mother gifted an invisible coat
that could barely hide the horse taking the ride.
So many colors flooded the frame
reflection of vulture seemed insane
an artistic piece drenched in
destructive Harley kissed the life with a new shade
but fortunately the vitality did not fade,
novelty massacred as the hurricane hurled
the north sea froze in challenge with the Saharan sand,
now I wish to have my own band.
Postman Aug 2017
Exquisite rugged road
allures the wanderer.

Hardship enchants
and engulfs the reason.

Irrevocable will drives
through the tough terrain
in futile effort to have
a hilly plain,
tries in vain
to ease the pain,
as reality shows a new road.
Postman Aug 2017
green canvas ashore
floral orange dew galore
heart opens the door

white daub of azure
greets the coast laced in valor
depth under cover

aqua-marine hue
clouds cover the sunny clue
humid sea in you
Postman Sep 2017

Little girl sailing on her tiny boat
braces the brutal black sea

Postman Aug 2017
On the balcony I stand
and let my eyes sway
to the sandy waves,
swathing in the moonlight.

The ancient empire that was buried under
the suave sand had been witnessed by
the moon of mountain from a distant land.

The endless tract of greenlessness
under the sparkling platinum moon
is brushing with the hands of air
and making the magnificent dunes.

Mind widens as you witness its wideness
unlike the sea it presents you with quietness.
If you are seeking happiness
this rough terrain will show you,
life isn't after all that hard for you.
Postman Sep 2017
Expected cool composure
at times shows erratic warmth
the moisture evaporates
as the temperature soared high
the monsoon takes the chance
puerile love every drop hides.
Postman Jul 2017
Lo! Lucid love looms
Hope in your and my eyes blooms
Would the tussle end?
Postman Aug 2017
Wind is torn between
the fire and ice
carries the heavy chill
at times blazing drill
Postman Aug 2017
The Sun shivers
under the dense canopy
of the icy cold forest
in the freezing desert
of frost wrapped sand.
Postman Sep 2017
Moonstruck you pursued us
on far-off sun you stood
from Pluto I dreamt
to melt in your warmth
on the fringe of improbability
we danced
like we stood a chance.
Postman Oct 2017
Enticing entanglement enthralls,
profoundly profuses silken freefall.
Seamless twisted smoothness sways,
pitch-ink charm in extravagance.
Postman Aug 2017
Emotion hidden down
the calm ocean
of reason and wisdom,
dive deep only to dig more
as passionate Atlantic unfolds!
Postman Aug 2017
Layer by layer
the real you tickles deep down there.
Amidst the flood of oblivious crowd
I desire to delve into
the depth of your darkness.
#Love #Romance #Thoughts
Postman Aug 2017
sunray melts
later evaporates
at noon only to
wane in afternoon.
Postman Jul 2017
Tense nerve
lack of verve
feels the dove
when in love
Postman Aug 2017
You and me
two silken threads of love and hope
with needle of life
embrace in a velvety embroidery.
Postman Jul 2017
The warmth of a bonfire is what I seek,
amidst the chilly alpine milieu, under the sky,
a sky that is clear and dark at the same time.

I wish for the densest darkness
as I yearn to witness the brightest glimmer,
the lucid shimmer of the twinkling starlight,
unmarred by a circuit of city-light.

Misty monsoon in a cup of coffee,
in search of milk-warm sunray
with reasons rolled in a scroll,
entwining fantasy on the window pane,
craves for a life as easy as it was
in the book of the binomial theorem.
Postman Sep 2017
Yellowish edges hugging the flamboyant red
before me unfolds the recipe to win friends
serenity soaked economic cacophony
in quest of political coup d'etat
steaming caffeine in a cool platinum evening
warm breeze shelling these shivering palms.

The delightful dawn craves to curve the lips
in semblance of a seamless smile
wrapped in bougainvillea
a window opens behind
bowing before the riverine road,
violence in a violin voyage
fades into the violet void.

Grace galore as the divine Rhine
in a distant quest dances ruthless
rushing fast towards her adolescent lust.
Postman Aug 2017
A fool freely flips his wings
carefree candour drives the car
meets accidents at every turn
with absolute confidence he runs.

Gradually fear grips his wishful feet
he to be happy resorts to austerity
and loses his precious vulnerability
that is the key to remain happy.

It takes time to realize
his intelligent stupidity
and the blunder of giving up
effortless creativity.

Be brave to be fool,
embrace vulnerability
take the tough trail
be bold to preserve
the green brain.
Postman Aug 2017
Laced with serene green ivy,
the entrance was inviting,
the red walls were screaming passion,
as the invisible fire, you were igniting.

Heavy rain drops and droplets started singing against the glass, before us,
like a maddening-meditating-musical.

The fire of love within my heart,
heated you up to a level that
you were not comfortable.

Then those soft water-drops
and suave droplets
hurled on the glass as they froze into
rock solid chunks of lacklustre ice.
Warmth was gone and
it was freezing outside.

The unwelcome chill dared to come in, and brushed against our heated skin.
I shuddered and clung to your steady arm,
the air amidst us was so divinely thin,
that I could inhale you in,
the intoxicating scent sent my mind in haze,
and just there and then sneering fire
broke out, determined to burn us down.
Out it froze even more.

The freezing chill out and
the heavy flames in,
dazed my senses,
helpless indecision
held me stock-still.

The roller-coaster ride of romance
shook me up and out my daydream.
Your love lit such a fervent desire,
that your reality backfired.
Your icy stare and freezing glare
waged a war against my flair.

The ecstasy that your warm spring
flowing as a sweet little stream
down in my heart,
gave birth to a new me
who is now set to die
either in fire or in ice.
Postman Aug 2017
sculpted abstract craft
amidst rueful florid wreath
pensive bird sprouts wing
Postman Aug 2017
Serene sweetness wrapped in familiarity
I felt at every step right from the start.
You were next to your car,
I stood there,
we exchanged a hi
with stars in our eyes.
Postman Sep 2017
Black and blue
of deeper hue
in a swirling fashion
brags milky feral fringe,
in unruly disks
of seamless league
smaller to big
climbs higher up the sky
with zealous urge to ski
goes farther than the blurry gaze
morning sun hides in a haze
when the mazy storm
boasts her rage
as man even today fails
to be able to cage
the natural irreverence.
Postman Aug 2017
Overwhelm the ocean,
tame the tempest,
affix fervour on your fingers as
you wish to be free from the platonic veil,
create a quill of love
to engrave tactile novel.
Postman Aug 2017
Vampire city
of Volterra
eclipses history
newmoon comes
to rescue
darkness extends
Voldemort reigns
Harry in harrowing distress
no respite in sight
despite I fight
methane poisons
the mushy fountain
legs shake
golden chain
iron fist
breathless forever
tugged in war
losing and winning
travel on cycle
tasteless truth mocks
the Kathleen cakes
haze and clarity
two sole seasons
in between a slice of reason
break down more and more
doubt your self-worth
sudden splash of resurrection
on your divine lips
as Cinderella builds
her own castle to live.
Postman Aug 2017
I followed you to the trail and
we devoured each other's bare terrain.
I wish to sink deeper under your skin.
I will let you in to my canyon too.
Where your darkest reality would meet mine.
Postman Oct 2017
Postman Nov 2017
Lustrous imagination
is what your love evokes,
elephantine amor shimmers,
moon in swing,
rosy aroma in air
deliciously divine.
Postman Aug 2017
The constant cloud cover hides
the picturesque panorama from
my sweet little scenic peninsula,
the wetland of unknown beauty,
the place where reigns the rain.

The cloud always keeps the veil on,
denies the Sun the right to shower
his warm ray to enlighten the land,
although the Sun's been aware of the
mystical treasure hidden down there.

Love and light have the potency to perceive possibilities,
and as you acquire eager yearning for openness,
no cloud can keep you confined to the dark dampness,
and yes, on a fine banal day my land meets her Sun.

Light rushes through her dark and damp valleys,
the ray of righteousness invading her veins
as my dear land encounters enlightenment,
the romantic reality fills her with the fire of fulfillment.

Amazement echoes through her as she greets
the leafy luster and the priceless pearls of those
candid moony mountains that pour magic on her.
The perennial spring of wisdom and enrichment
needs to ramify and rove to experience more.

Months and years pass and now she surmises,
the misty life at every turn surprises,
so she resolves to pursue that fine trait of life,
as she would never cease to explore
the finer version that still remains unexplored
inside her very self with the hope of
the other sun, that is yet come.
Postman Sep 2017
The Sun in cycle
showers warmth at dawn
then entire afternoon
blazes you in craze
in the evening
slowly fades in love soaked shadow
at night lets you feel the chill,
promises daylight
the exclusive king!
Postman Aug 2017
Amber pain
in the world of
black and white,
fractures everywhere.
Postman Aug 2017
I am on board on a train
silently making noise
as it crosses miles
amidst wet and velvety green
at times charming spring
sometimes like a romantic dream
or a novel better than the best
often sailing through the blazing sand
like an Arabian adventure 
it feels as the desert drills 
my soaked pores to sow 
the dry seed of aging
as I go on living like a carefree kid
at the doorstep of sweet sixteen
though the real past 
has been anything but
aim based frenzy fragments 
into frivolous pursuits 
Dos and don'ts clouding vision 
lazy days slipping out of hands
it's time to take a decisive action
that is to determine whether it will be
a terrible death on the sandy Sahara
or a walk in the Himalayan clouds.
Postman Oct 2017
Pain can paint extraordinarily well
and words can howl best
on a page with a poetic pen.
Postman Sep 2017
Royal ruse of exotic glue
you skillfully brush
with your exquisite touch,
an adroit riverine Antarctic chill
enticingly relishing a spinal spin
lashes on the purplish Euphrates.

The violet sky at the fringes
darkening with the spree to mingle
to dive into the depth of a deeper shade
where the black and red connected
with a yellowish vermilion thread,
blooms a romantic ruby roof of brinjal hue.
Postman Oct 2017
Eyes along rose-aisle wanders and ponders,
eager to experience the explosive wonder,
amorous thunder in scentful embrace
elope with the trail of darkening banyan shade.

Reality with realmless ravishing painting
in a suave sensation surmises our surreality,
thoughts of past like thorns of Bengal rose
swim in sour and sweet wind of stormy candour.

At the dusk of divine splendour
wrapped in romantic lazy luxuriousness
I listlessly look at the blossoming spring,
an enchanting evening of thoughtful dreams,
radiant midst of melancholic screams
embraces the dark shade of bordering woods.
Postman Aug 2017
I wish to climb up
the way of your mind,
at the peak of the mountain
peace nests in abundance
there from cascades
the charming spring
down the hill,
it becomes a river
when it hugs the plain
soaked in hope
spreads greenery
as it flows,
dances to the wind
that blows in
a rich rhythm,
the water rushes
in a fervent motion
to love the ocean
Postman Aug 2017
Raw and rare myriad rainbow
hides amidst purplish puddle,
requisite ratio of rain and sunray
unmask each splash of colour
exactly the way the right man
unwinds his woman.
Postman Aug 2017
Amidst poisonous purlieu
I'm up in the clouds
Dare I care not and
sail on my flight of fancy.
White patches of dull clouds
on the pale face of sky
envy my glow,
can figure not
the root of the flow.
Slaughterous suspicions
conspire to drown the ship
in recurring torrential rain.
Colourfully calm, I'm
under the blazing Sun. Others
would never know, love lies in
my core for guiding me
to the shore.
Postman Dec 2017
Amidst the sinful glory,
fire retardant beauty
burns in angelic fury.

Hell cannot harm
the divine dogma,
rising from reason
untameable charisma.

A fly away shines
the conquest
of claustrophobia.
Postman Aug 2017
Two venomous snakes
one fears to sting the other
irresistible soprano of scent
intoxicating jasmine bloom
barrage of doubt fails
ecstasy derails the train
in algebra class
two negatives
make a positive end.
Postman Aug 2017
Suave and rational pink
meets unruly erratic green
that charming evening
calm mansarovar eyes
vibrant in delight
twinkling tango inside,
the restless rose goes crimson
drenched in ravishing rain
splash of peace and fervour
woven on the wreath of life
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