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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Where Are You, Now?


Waiting to Fall In Love Again

Where Are You, Now?

Waiting to see the moon turning blue again

Waiting to pick the flower with the fragrance of moon

Waiting to hear your favourite tune on guitar for the flowery hours

Waiting to fixate my eyes on phone while breaking the guitar

Waiting to go in the rain while dropping tears over the phone

Waiting to live in the moon again after the rain

Where are you, now?

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;

*

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!

I Want to Follow the Rules


Last day of NaPoWriMo2015 Challenge and the score is 30/30. Challenge’s Nailed! 🙂

I So Want to Follow the Rules

Day 30

I so Want to Follow the Rules

What if

You go to top of the mountain

Take a sip of cranberry juice

And pour the rest on you to make a stain

*

What if

You go to office

Take ten grams of marijuana

And dance over your shit

*

What if

You go to some federal office

Take out some weird book with candles

Read out some black magic

*

I remembered

Those people told me to follow the rule

Then they went back to their strategy

And manipulate the terms with money-boom!

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Need Cappuccino?


Need Cappuccino

Day 29

Need Cappuccino?

I was little late

For the new chapter to begin,

Page after page, I turned over

But I got nothing;

*

Many fascinated coincidences

Were lined up in the congested life-lane

But every time it started with her smile

Ended with the twist in the tale;

*

At that moment, I seemed to be discouraged

With my devastated belief,

Back to back, two cups of cappuccino

And I was the man, ready to ride on wheels;

*

The chapter is new and fresh

But It needs a little polishing,

For the sake of rising again

I have to caress my music string!

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A Monk in Me


A Monk in Me

Day 12

A Monk in Me

I am the bar of

True sensation of color

Who holds

A precious piece of paper

And a goblet of fire;

*

Remembering the scars

Captured inside my memory,

I, once was a monk, should confide

The vengeful mission to raise my agony

And end of this ridiculous journey;

*

I have had a long ride

To pulverize this unrelenting song,

I chew my tongue

To remain silent and strong

Oh…. I killed the monk!

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Accomplished, Yet Incomplete


Accomplish Yet Incomplete

Accomplished, Yet Incomplete

Flames and Rage

Were all around,

Exhausted and sickening dream

Among these, I heard a sound;

*

A sound

For getting the right thing at the right time

A sound

For the wishful plant which begins to rise

A sound

That berates you and motivates you to shine

A sound

That whispers in your ear and keeps you alive;

*

Yes I heard a sound

When the cracking road flicks me away

I heard a sound

When a beggar asks to throw the coin on his tray

I heard a sound

When she said ‘Congratulations for this day’

I heard a sound

When one said ‘this is not much enough to pay’

*

Anger and fire

Are still inside me,

Plausibility and possibility

Among these, I run again to be free.

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