Velvet thoughts of a blooming heart
sprouting up with splendid grace
a divine muse will play its part
and looms my heart with deadly pace.
Whenever shall i see her face
of charm and beauty perfect blend
my eyes go wander as it trace
that every bit that god had send
I envy along with a shining star
her eyes were such, two sparkling beads
Crystals, pure without a scar
a feast for every eyes it feeds.
I hate those wind who always touch
her petel lips and golden cheeks
with fuming lust and greed as such
but still her beauty lies at peaks
I feel a bunch of roses red
melts my heart as she moves near
i sense my breath ,a while as dead
and makes me feel that she's so dear
I felt as if that she is mine
like the fragrance to its flower divine
i seldom care if things are fine
but for me she is the celestial wine!!
An obscure image of any thing leads to a forceful exploration. if life is that obscure image before us ,then literature apparently becomes that forceful exploration .This blog by far is an alleged conspirasy between one's relative consciousness in confrontation with an yet-to-be defined selfhood which may hopefully lead to an yet to be designed existential destiny...
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
FLAMES OF A DREAM
For me-
You are the pure tears
on the cheeks of eternity
the feather touch of serenity..
You are the muse of silence
profuse blossom in distance..
You are the golden dart
plunged upon my throbing heart..
You are insanity, the plague,
the bridge to dream from reality..
You are the smile i wear
the joy,the pride and fame i share..
You are the moonlit night
when dreams and nap between they fight..
You are in every breath
in every bit of my life and death..
You are still a mystery
a pain , but never a history..
You are the pure tears
on the cheeks of eternity
the feather touch of serenity..
You are the muse of silence
profuse blossom in distance..
You are the golden dart
plunged upon my throbing heart..
You are insanity, the plague,
the bridge to dream from reality..
You are the smile i wear
the joy,the pride and fame i share..
You are the moonlit night
when dreams and nap between they fight..
You are in every breath
in every bit of my life and death..
You are still a mystery
a pain , but never a history..
A CONFIDENT PESSIMIST
Success do come to me
But alas!
It fails to succeed.
I am in love with "LOVE"
Since i don't have a choice!
I too waited for surprises
But i was surprised to see that i had none.
So acievements for me are just like a feast a prisoner
Cherish before his execution.....
But alas!
It fails to succeed.
I am in love with "LOVE"
Since i don't have a choice!
I too waited for surprises
But i was surprised to see that i had none.
So acievements for me are just like a feast a prisoner
Cherish before his execution.....
DEFINE INFINITY!!!
It is life-
an un naturally manipulated
creativity
It is life-
a master craft of intertwined
misfits
It is life- sure
but an extravagent celebration
of mystic moods
It is life-
the time ,toil and tears we share
It is life-
the smile, summer and sun
we care
It is life-
in veins, in brain and in every
subtle breath
It is life-
even if we exhale
every seconds from
our life!!!
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