Few but all things will change

Few but all things will change,after this night of nightmares ends,the way we looked at the world and now we do,the death that seems new normal will haunt;the path we mustn’t have taken,the dread of death must have been stopped. The boundary-wall of blood weaving its heightand never looks down,the sprawling hands of death catchingContinue reading “Few but all things will change”

THE FABRICATED LURE

The divine ride of my bicycle through hazy humanity,innocent replica of tomorrow how dim witted!!slow-thicken and twisted, lullaby of lies we heard,melody of myths, each passing day subsides.the goodness, the beauty and the morale of life.ashes, ashes, all fell down. Then ticked on the Life’s clock, adult reality,Full moon brings the darkest night agitated,for peopleContinue reading “THE FABRICATED LURE”

SOLD DOWN PEARL

Before the early birds could sing a love song,Collecting the monumental lure of her love,He left her marooned in demise for long. She, who weighs priceless in heavens,Awaits in demise, disbelief, and fear.Pierced into her heart, the brand of love,Makes the night sob in delusional despair. Babbling in the air, sorrow and tear.The herd ofContinue reading “SOLD DOWN PEARL”

The Dirty flowers in the garden of God

Flowers in the garden of god,the aesthetic, elegant mankind,flourished from one to the other,an infinity of beauteous nature. Somewhere, bestrewed with heavyLeaves of cruelty, sits some flowers,Covered in Bosky roots of hungerand poverty. In the brume of misery,they ask for nothing,but a mere questionof blooming,at odd time,at odd place,in odd conditions,is this life is givenContinue reading “The Dirty flowers in the garden of God”

“The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!” | John Keats

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,
Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!