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!
The poem is based on the prompt ‘Bridge’ given in NaPoWriMo Blog.
The Fountain, The Cloud & The Bridge
A long lost cloud
Touched the top mountain
Wishing to rain
On this precious fountain
Easy as it seemed
The memoirs of love remained in the heart
The sky became limited
Only the royal bridge could reach to the crust
That could associate two loved one
That could connect the chanter
That could enhance the possibilities of random outcome
That could lead the history on memorandum
On the deep valley, under thousands of stars
The fountain is still waiting to be filled again
And within the miserable lane through the sky
The cloud is still looking for that bridge to rain!
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