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!
Writing on leaves, the drops of fogsome sublime poetries,of life & lies,burning and dying,true love in the eyes. Escaping from the arms of clouds,falling to the surface of grounds,it cools the heat all around. Scattered onto the soil,it asks for an another life.a life of time, for a lifetime,nothing it says, but denies.
Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,A life with lenity.A thought of seeking coincidence,With wondrous epiphany. A morning that seeks night,But couldn’t.A night that seeks dawn,But couldn’t. It stays within,And asks quietly,Whether you’re,what you areor not?? When not heard,It stays where it belongs,Like a snail in its shell.
Miles away, From the flashes of city lights, in the darkness of woods, a fluorescent bulb lite up, to illuminate, the nights, the dark realities, the patches of earth. The moon, the stars, the fireflies try, to fill the gap, of life and life, the uneven cruelty, the differences in colors. some hopes arise, with… Continue reading The Dark & Lights
The life on beats, Expressive, with elegance, adorning the lyrics, to an aesthetic life, they're chosen from the races, to carry this, till extend of the world, the cultures of moves, far ahead of the time. The flowery Interpretative, Rhetorical acrobatic, the sensational Breakdance, windy Quicksteps, the rhythmic Kizomba, the grandiloquent Slowdance, harmonious contact improvisation,… Continue reading The Dancers