|Published poet. love theatre, art and literature. In search of moksha, learning to read, write, draw, & capture time.|
A horse with no name,
Obeys always by tame.
Circles around with packed sack,
Comes back in this black.
Licks wounds never settle down
Dust fumes houses around,
Love labour lost calls buffoon,
Kings queens squires let be a fool.
Hooves no silver no grey,
Nails in fashion roam slay.
Trees with no leaf,
Rests his soul beneath.
'Take time' and live more,
Roll blankets shut eyes and snore.
There...he weighs too light,
In the arms of his Lord's pride.
Every time whenever,
I want to flow my tongue–into your heart..
Pebbles of your mind full words,
Makes it stop
Every soul bears a unique light
Try to flicker more twin soul!
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On sea of peacock blue,
A lantern man passing through.
He pause, then walk, again hop,
Sitting on a flat cementry place–
A girl fixes on lantern that made her heart throb.
No car, nor bicycle, not on a Raindeer cart,
No beard(white), no shoes– just a tiny star-y spark;
With no fairy wings or any magical wand,
Only a lantern flickering in hand.
Streets were silent, so was night,
He steeped down from stairs of sky.
Air grew warmer,
Man landed on a leaf.
Scooped some from Big-dipper, set aloof,
Offered her a sip from that spoon.
As a hot–air balloon, they flew to the moon.
Awkwardly she stepped on shiny star,
They visited some galaxies far.
Shy, she was browsing sky,
Lantern–man read he...
All you have got this room,
One day you will share.
Some weeping silences,
Through entrance of a shadow.
Pleasures of emptiness,
Painful necklace hung on heavy door.
Knocking sacrilegious sacrifices,
Walk on deserted sky.
Snuggled that cuddling fur ball
Changed my world once for all.
His small lickity tongue slurp
My tensions from hand quicker.
Whatever stone do to a still water of pond,
Wind smash swirl through the open clouds;
How patter-y rain soak up the wild forest green.
You're among these vibrant hues of slipping sand now. Live.
Strangers might be their bodies...
But souls are similar.
Who's more beautiful
They argue not at all,
Little knows everyone now,
Those stars with moon–is there world though !
Who's more beautiful as Moon,
They fight on.
Little did they knew,
webbing something new!
#word of the week
Our dreams, are that world-
Where we'll be together,
🌒 Moon love to sail,
Dark blue grey purple curtain fall.
Windows of 🐈 cat eyes,
Stare at sky.
Winds of North colours him,
Comb down his wings.
He play and wink,
Wind follow captain every second.
Heaven Haven holy 🏠 house,
Laugh little lovely loud !
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On clock wall. He labours long.
Holds string with teeth,
He patterns in sleep.
Run on track for whole day...
Lies within hearts.
Safe roads turn against
All noises on shores.
Magic of your tongue
Tastes forbidden fruit.
Celestial skins dance,
Meet on eclipse every year.
Let yourself not get consumed by monsters of outside.
Embrace craziness and fly.
I am a street for a light of yours.
Facing the swinging lonely doors!
I am a burning candle illuminating your 💓 heart.
But I want to be a flambeau who will lead your path.
I can get disslove but there are swimmers around, somewhere deep!
Love on his way.
Eyes are dull.
Floor on sky,
Stay there high.
Nights dark, darker,
I closed myself in bottle.
I've slept in pond of my tear,
Woke up with bubbles of hiccups in throat.
Everyone calls me an animal,
I not know to break which wall?
With more scratches myself, I reward.
Back if to uniform era,
On ground of celebration,
I truned back with a flash of camera,
Classmates slipped slowly from behind for fun conversation.
I'm dedicating this piece of my heart to you and all lovely amigos. And I missed those hugs and smiles, when you came here. Universal conversation.
We meet peoples on street,
We deliver gestures of greet.
Beneath the grey, hue of umbrella,
Many lanterns of light,
Story I will share,
Travelling here and there...
Hunger strike down,
I search and burn around.
Each of bite,
I jump to reach out for height.
Hungry I was, I knew,
You're filling well of wishes too.
But the more I throw stones in well
The less it swell.
When I offered one bucket of gratitude,
You've showered love, where I stood.
"Once I was hungry,
So I ate..
But, when I came to know about hunger,
I just wait!"
In a room of own,
In the haunted hollow pipe.
Was following him, through sounds
Once of sitar
Then 🥁 drums take place.
Lead to cold hymns,
Drop in a pond.
Whirling wild wings of mountains.
Final back to me, where I started !
Hunting 🌟 star that,
Hunting me again.
Some letters started dizzling !
No voice now echoing,
Top in skull-empty.
Then where's it came from?
Alwways rise in dark.