The rhythm they make, they make by heart; I like when the rain…when the rain dance! More stories they tell, one after the other; And them being better…better after better! I love the shrine, the sky glimpse smile; I like it when the rain…when the rain alone flies! On tip-toes, it tap on my window;Continue reading “I like when the rain dance”
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Do I have my place still?
Do I have my place still? Oh! Endangered species like me! I am lost in the sacred world Lost with the hymn of fight Sour like the taste of Bitter Guard My life longed for its flight! Do I have my place still? I always ask my mind… Oh! Endangered species like me! I canContinue reading “Do I have my place still?”
A girl I saw yesterday
In a mourning black dressWith dark eyesShades signifyingHer lost cries A girl I saw yesterdayIs again in front of my eyes Her sharp noseRed carrot lipsShades signifyingHer lost trips A girl I saw yesterdayDraws attractive tricks Though sadHer body shiveredIn blooming weatherHer nails triggered A girl I saw yesterdayIs the one like lizard🐾
Writer
I’m a mere heart-warming poetry Enhancing thy scars as a beauty garland; An abstract of pious heart sheen Yielding every touch of thy healthy emotions. I’m a ship submerged in the sea of intensities; A saint in the church of love Worshiping every shade of thy worthy beauties. I’m a keen writer; selfless or adeptContinue reading “Writer”
Secrets
A poetry my soul makesContains my secrets of deep sorrowsThe rhythm it sanctionsBless my words with secrets too narrow A letter bottled upThrown near the shore of heartContains all my secretsOf you and our love being hard A mug of water pulledIn the sea of my lost spring’s secretsAnother metaphor addedTo sorrows or griefs orContinue reading “Secrets”
Autumn
See the colours of my skyA blend of emotions of thyHeart ranging dark sheds of leavesFalling from trees look pretty in mist See my scars when I blow the dirtSignifying my presence on earthA day becomes lively and smart“Autumn!” In happiness you remark Rains my part I blow rainbows startEverything I re-alive with meDays becomeContinue reading “Autumn”
Feel
Joining my lidsAt all momentI senseA sloppy touch of airCrossing my hairsIn the wake of my earsKissing my cheeksAnd answeringMy worriesMaking meRelaxedAs muchAs you make me!
Memory norms
The same old memories keep hitting me over my headAlways once I feel free, they are welcomed as normsNorms which were unfollowed a long time back Sitting on my chair my vicious mind rested for some timeWorking under so much pressure with headache is this lineThe same old memories too keep hitting me over myContinue reading “Memory norms”
Silence
Somehow I managed to pave my wayAway from all that stuffStill those noisy voiceskept murmuring in my earsYelling them to come back againAnd they liedSilent wearing white shedFull over their headAnd I stood silentWith empty handsBowing down in front of their familyShowing myHelplessnessAnd they keptAsking me to re-aliveThose silent deads….
Birth of Poetry
When the light cease the immense skyAnd enters my room behind curtainsI know sun blooming in the sky isStarting a poetry with it’s bright smile When the chirp of the birds wave in airEnters my ears through that window sphereI know they are singing the brilliant songsStarting with a poetry delivering norms When the eveningContinue reading “Birth of Poetry”
Poetry Pot 