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

By:-SANYA SINGH

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

Sanya singh

Lumbering towards the vintage land
,the land with rime,
the rhymes are lurching again ,
Let me lumber, let me taste the rime, and let me begin the steer towatdsTHE MIST, MIST and MYST
Sanya singh