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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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🐾
I am your mug
Tea you pourI make it my shapeWater you drinkEasy to take I am your mugI am your mate Stirring in meYou fate your coffeeHeavy with creamTasty and sloppy I am your mugI am your trophy Sitting on my floorI wait you forTo take me awayAnd head my loge I am your mugI am your forge
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 withered
An abondened artist
An abondened artist ~ Sacrificing his dreamsHe negotiated his family needsAn artist who painted this beautiful world for meIs the one who abandoned his dreams for we A man who is truly a person to be grantedAll the happiness we share in this worldHe is an artist who abondenedHis every wish to live for usContinue reading “An abondened artist”
Attic
I looked wooden doorStill gaze my way to be backAnd my feetAlways take me away from that I know the box insideFamiliar families there lieWith a picture book of my heartThat too separates my part I wangle on the dusty wardrobeTo look for my old telescopeWith which my eyes gazed the moonMoony beam and starsContinue reading “Attic”
Cinnamon(ic) Life
Just like cinnamonI add flavour to likeLet’s roam you aroundA Cinnamon(ic) life It grows in the barkOf some special treesIt’s aura aromatiseYour cuisine being Use it as a spiceOr make your special teaJust like a cinnamonYou’ve healthy believe©_mythworld_
They’d say
If rose could writeIt’d say…“I symbolise your loveIn my lovely way.” If lavender could writeIt’d say…“I symbolise devotion serenity,And your hearty grace.” If peony could writeIt’d say…“I symbolise happy lifeStarting from your wedding day.” If gardenia could writeIt’d say…“Shh…keep it secretI’m your love bae!”
Social sites
Social media being a vast platform to show up your talent do have some flaws too. If it’s supportive…it’s addictive too. Still it’s the best opportunity to uncover your hidden talents and make the world aware of metaphors that make your life poetry beautiful. For me, my metaphor is poetry itself… I can’t remember myContinue reading “Social sites”
Slavery
//It hurts when they call you slaveHow can you call another same?// Around the globeIn a county like yoursThere is a trend of saleOf slaves by norms To keep you happyBy hook or by crookYou bargain for pricesFor their every look You make them lickYour foot left printsYou master them asThey’re pets you need ~Continue reading “Slavery”
Poetry Pot 