….. not amazed by phenomenon
Yet decorate the phenomenon within serene.
No suffering, no pain
Cause I’m comfortably wise!
Or terribly fool in open eyes!!
I’m the mine’s
I can create the bliss
Through the on going windmill.
Keep my body-clock
Within sharp scrutiny.
You cant see my wrinkles
Cause my Maya is a bit murky.
I’m addicted with matchbox……
Knowing to burn if needed…….
Annihilate the gusty signal 10
Keep me relax within being cowardice
Thus I’m brave
18th June, 2016
The future of the children and the green supple grasses
depends on you!
Though you are not get used to call them infant
Is infant only defined if only those have limbs and so!
Who learns to speak lie slowly
Learns to playing game with smoke
Habituates to sleeping like a lazy cat
Get astonished while seeing the decorative imprint of a bread
Loves to read the poem through the romanticism
And dreaming to be a dreamy poet
while hands begin to agitate
Keep in one’s mind that-
Not to become crazy for the fame
Rather be confined in the realm of poetry
Or simply become a hermit, stupid!
25th May, 2016
Please don’t imprison yourself within the walls
After all, I was your window, your door
However, you could argue with that
Or put a hypothesis that I’m not eligible
For those analogy, but I’m completed now
Metamorphosis happened silently to me,
My wings, dreams all have already been
Spilled down, now you can come to the
Harvour, the harvoufr we wove in our
Prime, don’t imprison yourself within the walls
12th May, 2016
Words are clumsy
We create forests with it
And named them poetry
Like a poultry its too wordy
Too colorful, too loud
That deafen our conscious
Blunt our sensuality
Its to heavy to have an essence
Its alienated us out of alienation
Likewise imagination upon imagination
Dream out of dream
Free yourself before you
Write down a poetry.
10th May, 2016
I swept my canvas
Only to draw you
The moon disguise in you grined
Saying, “its too late wretched one!”
Hence, “I” lost forever within the softness
Of moonlight, still moonlighting as a leftover
From where the mellow blues forms
As the downpoure starts stealthily
Says, “will you willingly joint with me
In this harvest moody blues!”
9th May, 2016
Today we’ve become helpless completely
Confined us within the narrow streets of dreams.
Yet reality is simple as the flower blooms
Once it evolved, no body stop it from the burgeoning.
Thence you begin to hate me like a tyrant
And imagined myself as polar a part from you.
But did you ever realized the essence of this image?
Being polar a part doesn’t imply to be belligerent!
If you learn to accept the to poles only you’ll realize what love is
Cause true love always disguise as polar a part dear.
Now is the time to back again to the sweet home
Tattooed with the true words and end up the roam
Now is the time to hold the lance over decolorized page
Find out the meaning of inanities as it done by a sage
Now is the time to be calm my friends, to be refrained
Returning as a king of mind and throned here again.
2nd may, 2016