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!
One Sip of Coffee
Often I amuse myself
By thinking of an idea of having her;
Hundred days of so called ‘true love’
And you just trapped yourself in nowhere.
Optimism, hope and belief are so tricky words
Just to make you feel better;
Two more tea-spoons of sugar
And your coffee tastes bitter;
Hey, don’t you judge me fellas!
I am the same you but out of this phony train;
Just one drop of smile
And I bet I will fall in love again.
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