An unknown niche. (Poem).

I can see stars falling from the sky Slowly but eventually. I always wanted them to be there to emblish the sky, but Alas!! . Seeing my thoughts falling apart, Pieces by pieces, slowly withering away. . My puerile attempt for the smile, sublimed, Reminding me that i was just a sovereign solivagant. And nobody

Poetry is you.

Poetry is not just the words, poetry is you. Poems do not speak, speaketh what is you. It speak to the world in silent words, Even though the mouths remain shut. . I have pain, longing, desires & epiphanies, And soulful words soujouring in my larynx.. While it comes to mouth in ominous shy. And

Glitter but not gold. (Poem)

Somewhere sometimes In the midst of solitary night , Where the darkness seemed, To pinch, I stood there, ’cause I like the comauflaging night. Where it blankets me beautifully. . Street lamps there it stood with, Shimmery pale light; yellow, It harboured insects for a night And in dawn lied dead, parallel. It wasn’t moon;

A Poem.

Under the mauve sheet layered intricately, The hearts painted with raging blood, From the tale of Romeo Juliet to till now, All those died cause of love. Those pompous pillers, and stairways, Hearts Serenading the rosy apparition. . Entangled, espoused were gallant bloods, Treaded the roads of desert for the Ocean of love. Lively-history and

The long lost wind.

  The long lost wind when it comes submerges the gloom, Had been left in the corner of disdain Left with pure and pristine vigour Only when it comes it shows its face. . No fear it has nor it dies in emphatic rides, Nor it sees sad faces nor wears it as gay. It

Concoction.**

Meadows of thorny path, Lies a chimera of gallant growls, soaking the earthly realms. Discontinuous arrays of hopes, Delving in the benthic of red sea. . . The feral and bogs in pernicious clouds, under lilac sparkling sky, with panorama of juxtaposed strings of dilemmas. The tree with deep roots beneath, but burgundy shoots easily

Lost ‘me’

Fiery eyed, passion and raging blood. Since when I lost myself in the dunes of smudgy cruxes. Oh, see the time’s tyranny, Ahaa!! , trampling me to extreme. Robbed time to solve the jig saw of typifying broken-mirror, In each I saw a forlorn me. My institutions, Tirading, jolting, giving me the electrifying shock.