Dusts
Wistful
Dry powder
Of lost moments
Specks of melancholy and heartaches

Oh sweet Clementine!
Come out behind those two glens
Sky is your runway
Show us your golden ball gown
Luster, radiant and dazzling

Beauty has no rest
Darkness knows no lacklustre
Heavens change its robe
A black silk with silver beads
Which glimmers breathtakingly.

I once wondered why the clouds
Chose to hold out and not weep
Chose to be a martyr and enshroud
The earth till the little buds leap

As I ponder, the cold wind blows
and like a reminder, I remembered
I must get my umbrella and trench coat
Before I hopped onto that riverboat
And like an idiot, I realize
Why the clouds chose to keep his cries.

Again, I looked out the window
and asked the thoughtful clouds to promise me
That when his burdens reached its crescendo
I'll be fine and he must not hesitate to let go.

Cold nights and frost bites
Make me want some cuddle fights
My heart feels colder

My head's full but light
Like a wandering balloon
in a summer azure sky
Gazillion thoughts...
and worries...
and low whispers...
Bouncing into each other
like the very molecules
of the helium pumped inside
when heated or triggered
Can't catch up
with each drifting residents
of the mind palace
Now I can't pluck
which is which that I feel...
that I think about...
Guess I got to deflate now
But how?

Ah! I must sharpened
the tip of pencil,
and let it waltz
until it creates a hole
to let out the air,
for the congested line of thoughts
stranded in a gridlock
may escape the devouring
overcrowded chamber
of different musings.

Moon
smiles
Though the sky
Gets dark and sad
Becomes more resplendent,
Luster, an optimistic satellite
Though its alone in the dim firmament
Its sheen does not waver
Gives a wider,
Brighter,
Beam

Emerge before me
Loom figure I long to see
Hallucination

You in the cocoon
As you come in this world soon
Be kind, brave and strong
With wings many will love you
When worm no one will see you.

Atop the green hill
Welcomed by glimmer of sea
Hugged by the warm breeze
Entertained by boats beyond
A time engraved in my heart.

Emerald flower
A beauty like no other
But you camouflaged
Doubted your sweet oddity
Seized by insecurity

Like the moon, stars and everything so far to view,
I glance at you and silently adore you
Enchanted, mesmerized... my heart's in hullabaloo
Oh how I wish I knew


If my heartbeat and your twinkling
ever danced to the same rhythm with the same feeling.

But like the moon, stars and everything so far to view,
I know I will never be able to hold you.

Dusts
Wistful
Dry powder
Of lost moments
Specks of melancholy and heartaches

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
//////////////////////////////////////////////  I /////////////////////////////////////////
//////////////////////////////////////will be your ///////////////////////////////
    //////////////////////////umbrella protecting you///////////////////////////
///////////////////from the sweltering heat of sun or the///////////////////
//////////gloomy torrent cloudburst caused by anyone who/////////
////leave you in a world extinguished of candela. I will not let the////
sadness of heavens drown you and washed away your smile. I will
not let the heat of Apollo scorch you again or wither you, my lily of Nile.        Though                 you              may              left
/              /        /      /   me  /        /          /      /
               /                 /     /         in a       /      /                          /
/                 /                         dim                    /                /
/           /                    /                   spot         /                /                  /
      /              /            /             trust            /               /           /
     /             /                 / me I               /               /
/                         /                           will                /               /              /
     not
/          /                         move    /            so         /
          /           /                          you         /         can    /             /
/                     /                          find                  me                    /
     /  /      /          /         when things get  /       /
 /                      /                          tough again.    /                   /

Night
Tiptoes
Raven hue
upside down floor
An umbra sprinkled by diamonds gleaming
Consoles all lonely sentimental souls
A poetry
In stars,
moon and
sky

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' '
     .
     I
      am
    that
     land so
    barren with
     a dreary lonely
    life, seeking rain to
    end this strife. I am living
              in  nothingness. But there is        
     an oasis in my tear duct, fertile
      spot, an emotion still left in me
    keeping me alive, bringing back
     my will. I now know the point,
    the reason why they arrive,
    them tears in my life.

My thoughts are the paint
Unlit sky as canvass
Sombre masterpiece.

The stars gleam in different pace
But they still are like an orchestra harmonious
But why do are hearts even in discordant race
Can never be a symphony euphonious?

I fell foolishly
Onto flower-decked abyss
Bewitched by beauty

Cerise fire blazing
Lethal yet so enchanting
Uncontrolled feelings

By the river bank, the daffodil sways
With the soft brush of astray wind travelling
But not a petal of her defrays
She remained charming and ever alluring
Then I saw you wanted the flower there lies
But I’m a stem, a nil to those eyes

At night, you glance at the sombre canopy
Your eyes wander hopefully and eagerly
Then I saw a glimmer and blithe on your face
When you found the star- the only one you chase
So, you combed the crowd of gas and dust
Yet you couldn’t see the moon to you that always watch.

Once, a child aged four asked her mother,
"What are those lights over the yonder?"
Then she held him tight, before giving an answer
"Those are fireflies and they'll soon cross our border"
The child's heart was filled with delight
Ever innocent of the impending plight
"Will they be here before we go to sleep?"
He asked and the mother tried not to weep
For she knew that that *******
Will sent them to an eternal slumber.

Rose, hydrangea, tulip, lily
The place is on its aesthetic bloom
I walked in the aisle slowly
And at the end I see my groom
The march ended, and I sobbed heavily
As I saw my love lying peacefully.

Shall I leave of shall I stay?
I'm baffled to see you in dismay
If I stay you'll only yearn for me to wake up
If I leave, the days of yearning will probably come to a stop.