“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!

The drops of fog

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.

A Life with Lenity

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.

Ashes of Thoughts

Stays somewhere,
little ashes of thoughts,
dawning in the middle
of some stray stars,
alone but surrounded,
by meaningless bushes
of burdens.

अब कहाँ विकट अँधेरे में

अब कहाँ विकट अँधेरे में,
उजाले ढूंढ़ा करते हो ।
फिर आश बढ़ा उन लासों में,
इन्सानियत ढूंढ़ा करते हो ।
बुनियाद बानी थी फूसों की,
महलों को ताका करते हो ।
फिर आज घने अँधेरे में ,
राहों को देखा करते हो ।

The Dark & Lights

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, withContinue reading “The Dark & Lights”

The Dancers

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”