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

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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!

Oh Happenings!


Oh happenings!

When are you going to stop

Airing my well-wished bubble?

When do you go, pack your bag

So behind the clouds, again I would stumble?

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Why is it hard for you

To grant me my precious pride?

Why do you say always

‘You just need more time’?

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Time is the only thing I bargain with,

Will someday the dream would come true?

The attire of my broken attitude is chipped again

And you say, don’t worry,

Something’s out there for you!

Ahoy Boy!


He is quite an ‘Ahoy’ boy,

Nuisance in his innocence

Has no sense of woe

Venturing for his essence

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Ideology never excites him

Instead, he visions for new personality

He is an insomniac

Failing on his skills, ah so lazy!

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He knows this indifference,

But dream paints him as crazy

He has to run, run for the mile

Seek for the triumph, eventually

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Oh teacher!

What if he demolished himself

On the path of his eventful journey

What if he chaotically found himself lost

On the verge of his stupidity

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I guess on that day

He would go awry

Try to reason with his misfortune

Tangibly hurt himself for his deficiency

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But hey Teacher!

He will mold himself again

Take blessing for specialty

Hustle for the amiss divine

Oh teacher, just give him the vitality!

Wish You Were Here


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On the edge of tomorrow

When you will be tormenting all my ideas

I will keep on breaking my nerves

And you would be busy refraining persona

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No matter where my soul would be burning

I will attempt to measure this longest distance

You could run, and run forever

Take a nap and continue breaking disturbance

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On this age of rain

I dig out the old pages just to preserve souvenir

I see you with my blinking eyes

And wish you were here!

A Message for you


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A Message for you

I had nothing in my life,

No goal, no clear vision.

Whenever I tried to look for future

I always lost myself in the fumed environ.

Then I met you, got to see ‘just do it’ vibe,

Your routine, simple but ‘Wow’ life style in imperfection

 

Even though you did nothing for me,

I seek for new divine wave illustration.

I had new energy and power

And I coped with my failure, became better person.

 

The way you see the people,

It cleared all my misconception.

 Now, I understood this rat-race

Which never meant to fail us, it is an illusion.

 

I was amazed by people’s achievements,

Among them I felt little, a man with impossible ambition!

And strange but funny thing for me was

You blessed me with all your appreciation.

I felt alive, rooted for fresh chapter

And I saw you in my imagination.

 

Tomorrow we might be in different places

But my heart will always believe in your perception.

I don’t think I could write more words,

Just wanted to convey a message ‘You are my inspiration’!

A Genie in a Bottle


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A Genie in a Bottle

A light musical note of trumpets in the air,

Room was full of silence

With green dim lights on the wall

And Full moon was peeping through darkness.

 

Paintings were hanging all over, reeling souvenir,

A mewing voice of cat, resentful!

Those curtains were blowing in the breezy wind,

One black diamond was shining at open door, wonderful!

 

A table was kept in the middle,

Where a glass jar with wooden cap was placed at the center,

One flexible, flying blue body with sadness in his face

was locked inside, oh dear!

 

He was hitting the bottle wall with his tiny hand,

Poor devil, mourning for his lost power, humming.

Curiously you pulled the cap, freed the blue genie,

Oh look at that, he was full happy and dancing!

 

He roamed all over the corner

created a magical sparkle clap, cheering!

He came over to you then and asked

Would you like to wish for something?

See you in the moon


See you in the moon

It’s extremely hard to explain

From inside what exactly is killing me?

Is it the high expectation song

Which I am imposing on me,

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Or is it the moment you said

You are leaving?

Although, I do not see any difference

Which gives me nothing but memoirs, ah amused!

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By breaking the bridge of possibilities

In all mixup thoughts, I know somehow I’ll get through.

Don’t have to be cautious about losing you

You go ahead; I’ll see you in the moon!