Creative and Contained word exploration
I'm the parched soul searching my oasis,Amidst the beige-shaded desert,Unaware of the truths and lies of life. Perhaps the elixirs being infront of me,Perhaps I'm blind to warming panacea,Then why I'm the parched soul searching my oasis? Fetch me philtre to sow love in me,Perhaps I'm not for lustful brews,Being unaware of the truths and… Continue reading QUERIDA’S QUEST
The tinder bird and imagination,cruel chimera of inflammable love,the dagger dumbed in muddy lure,and the egotistic-brutish dove.A lunatic-nutcase you,Trying, dying for finding love. Swipe left and right,In the mud and tide.but in your dumb belief,love never will be fine. The world of social traps,With heart, good and black,the rivers of suffocation,with dark and deadly destinations.They’re… Continue reading To be Dead – To be Loved
Love of two, you came to life,Love of almighty and love of hopes,One love of two individuals, you are. Your hearts is love,you're the love of your heart.This world loves you,with blessings, careand amenities it has. The trees, the roads,the house,your little room, loves you.The friends, the relatives,the strangers, loves you. The cold winds from… Continue reading You’re loved
Happening to me,is the love of lone,a love with me,for me from me. Carried away with thoughts,creating a thousand times,deleting it several times. I keep what I like,eliminating the odds,joining the dots,creating it, of my own. Without any fear of losing,Without any hope of getting,Hopelessly and fearlessly,Stepping ahead in love,a love with me,for me from… Continue reading In love with me – for me from me
My attempts to your attentionis somewhat like'cold winds combing daffodils.'
Like a flower,in the garden of yours,I will grow as a bud;I'll dance with the wind;I'll sing with the birds;When shining to the fullest,I'll fall on your soil;Nothing will be left,But,I'll make you feel my presence;As I'll dissolve my fragrance in the air;and will depart as dust.
The brightness tends to dim in the most beautiful fashion - as the moist eyes try to convince but the time sleeps to sunset.
In the glare of little sunshine,In blossoms of pink daffodils,With buckets of happiness,Presence is you. It's youin the first rain to the fists,In the closed eyes of the nights,It's you - Seeking a heart,to console, and to burn it. It's youin the slump of dreams,In the wonders of rains,With the brand of stare.In the rivers… Continue reading Repost: Presence is You
In midst of life,In lies of the world,In my craving thoughts,I breathe of disguise,I am not your worthy,neither trust Worthy,But I do love you. For that reason,Or for many reasons,I blush at you, orfor silly jokes you have,I might tell you some day,Or may not tell you ever,But I do love you. Read complete poem… Continue reading Repost: I do love you
“Eyes filled with dirt can’t see a scratch-less heart, a loyal soul, or a beautiful face.” A time when we look at someone, irrespective of gender, irrespective of colour, irrespective of culture or anything. When we really look at someone and want to be looked back, the eyes communicate even if we don’t spoken a… Continue reading The departed culture of love: the divine eyes which x-rays than feel
