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”

A FAMILY, NOT AT HOME | FRIENDSHIP DAY SPECIAL | POEM

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DROPS OF THOUGHTS | AESTHETIC LINES

Few drops of unattended thoughts, travel all the way from the clouds of imagination, not entertaining, but pertaining to something within, falls on dry hearts.

Confluence of love | REPOST

The love of yours, To the love of mine,The affinity of heart-beats, To remain alive. The eyes of yours, And the eyes of mine, Enough to see, The world of ourselves. The arm of yours, To the arms of mine,Enough to reside, For the whole of our lives. The lip of yours, To the lipsContinue reading “Confluence of love | REPOST”

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”

THE PEN OF CREATIONS

It’s enfolding, the forgotten me,the dead me and the rising me,a prose of love,and some poetries of life. It stretches me out,from the life of hazards,to the life of wonders.Like a lyrics,Written on breaths,It sings inside,to make a charm,Blowing up the faces. It feels the joy,Of creating thoughts,the ink of zeast,Filled to the life,Writing onContinue reading “THE PEN OF CREATIONS”

“I do love you” |Poem

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. There’re flowers IContinue reading ““I do love you” |Poem”

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”