When the roses were dead,night was stormy. Sky was dusky, weather was smoky. Eyes were wet, It was you who light up my world even in the dark.
Those broken leaves, barely alive In the old graveyard, ask you to come To touch them, to give your vibe Like you came and touched my soul When I was dead and you made me alive.
Keeping some words unsaid You turned those black roses into red When I was dead. My cheeks smiled, though eyes were closed. You took me in your arms Hold me tight and walked Thousands of miles When I was lifeless I was smiling and you were crying When the night was full of sparkling stars. Carrying me , shouting against the world Because It was you who light up my world even in the dark.
A monster from a tree jumps and runs around the bushes to mate. A blank statement is issued. The system groans and collective pshyche fails. A stark silence for the food for thoughts. I sit down to meditate- to find
Tonight the nectar will be spread to tame a random tormentor. Black and white, I never saw my father weeping. Lonely he was. I am my own creation today weather beaten. Confession to – confession, unread. When the- storm was
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I
Cacophony was child’s cry,it made me forlorn Symphony it is,now that you are born Trauma was my life,bruised my being Tranquil I am, showered in your eyes loving Bathed in your waft ,my stink is gone Rescued by your raft,now