Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!


Nightmare Of A Summer Painter
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Nightmare Of A Summer Painter!

He was afraid

The pitch was going to be drained

Where time became irrelevant,

Vision had lost its lifetime fuel,

Lyrics of the prime song became insignificant

Bounded by explicit or maybe, implicit rule

*

The summer painter wondered all night

Thinking about the winter road,

Discoloring the substantial amount of ride

Just to sleep in the dream store

What to catch, where to hide

Struggling with overflow of ideas at the universe core!

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Rain, O Rain!


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Rain, O Rain!

Rain, O Rain!

Take a dip – deep blow

Why aren’t you happy?

Like the ocean waves

Flaunting on the tale of the shore,

It seems you are angry

Can’t you see how much I’ve adored you!

Rain, O Rain!

Take a sip – deep blow

Why aren’t you here with me?

Like the million water drops

Galloping on the wind’s call,

It seems you’ve decided to leave

Can’t you see how much I’ve missed you!

Rain, O Rain!

Take a hint – spell snow

An Awkward Confession


An Awkward Confession 10Aug2015

An Awkward Confession

The wire of sentiments

Are filled in the people’s heart

They teach you so many lessons

But failed to process on the real quad

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While putting the armour around their waist

They seek to believe on all those positive signs,

But when it’s time to fight

They will run back to the simple life

*

Huh! It must’ve been hard to

Make a void in their loop

With a pint of truth and cowardliness

They seem to be happy by peeping through their hoop

*

Between ‘The Sour Taste of Success’

And ‘The Juicy Sweetness of Failure’

They choose nothing.

And they sing a wishful song during their tenure

*

You could sip your plain coffee

By ignoring a spoon with a big sugar cube

Just need a bit of courage to dream

and avoid the future-awkwardness of facing You?

I am a Thinking Cup


I am a Thinking Cup 11June15

I am a thinking cup

Silent, staring straight with a hoodie

I capture

Thoughts, words, memories;

A picture of you

And a cup of coffee

The last dance,

The rain with a singing lady,

A hideous horse rider, a ghost

And the science fiction story;

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So don’t pinch me on my back

I might ignore you by mocking,

I’d disappoint you

If you were looking for a perfect answer from me,

I try to connect dots, fixate situations in mind

Contemplate conclusion out of misery,

Oh, do you misjudge me when I smiled at you

There is a whole different world inside me, just expressing;

Because I am always imagining

Right or wrong, what do I care?

I am just a thinking cup!

The Characterization of an Artist


Artist's Character

Day 26

The Characterization of an Artist

You may find us

At many different places

Staring in your eyes

Showing emotions in bits and pieces

*

You may want to chat with us

After getting an exposure of our creativity

Which instantaneously gives

The quintessential way of seeing the life-theory

*

You may have a feeling for us

But we could often disappoint

On a mutual exchange

Of similar momentum within our heart

*

We smile, we clap

We become hyperactive, we are enthusiastic

But when and why?

Even we need to determine this understanding

*

You need to be careful with us

Because we trust on anybody so easy

And the covalent bond we create with you

You must not disgrace the meaning of it

Because that can ignite the new charismatic story

Which could implode the universe in our memory!

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An Artist’s Journey


Charles Williams, artist

Day 18

An Artist’s Journey

If I think of one word right now

It would be

‘Exhausted’

*

Walk straight every night and day

And the meaningful lessons

what we initiated

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We are the wary of our own soul

And pretending

We are not defeated

*

Mr. Pumpkinhead once told

We held the Red Mars in our hand

And the blue moon which is folded

*

We are too gullible

To live in this foxy world

Can be ambushed and stranded

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I know it’s difficult to understand that

Our story is written on the edge of sunshine

But nobody cared or accepted!

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