I am not a Poet,
with legacy, nor do I sound poetic..
in an impulse to explore my wildest emotions, words spill out, blocking way to rationalism.. in those verses in different shades neither rhyme, nor reason..
When I say they might sound raw, out of sync..
I say, they’re
the purest outbursts of a hyperactive mind.
I’m not a poet,
I believe in conveying my thoughts in its own rhyme…
I’m a technocrat,
enjoying my struggle in this fast, mad cat race at my own pace to find my place! Keen verses on Ignorance Reflective musings about Non-poetic Focused thought on Outburst
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The bygone art, a dead shrine; Thou not dead, thou live… shall live By art of carve that plays on and will it play Forever, timeless, in century’s lap The beauty, thou struck me a year back: So calm, so
Mr.I is gone and the city of Detroit is in a hurt But baseball fans will just rub their hands in the dirt The Detroit Tigers of 17’ are on the prowl It’s gonna be an exciting spring when they
You’re making eyes,while I make up my mind. Thinking of ways how I’d make you mine, You play that little game where you keep me guessing, You leave me wanting more so you’l keep on teasing, All i need is
Well and these days are sad days Not Much of Nothing If Anything To brag about I must say…well the Candles still burn bright, I still live By the moonlight and you, you are Still the love of my life
None knows the borders of the sky so also there is no limit for persons greed So why do you want to dream to fulfil your never ending desires Go slow in per suit of your desires Why you want