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!
An Affectionate Syndrome
Mystified by the churning totem, oh beauty!
Someone must defy her existence.
What are you, a wonderful serendipity?
In this life, I must magnify your presence.
I always confine myself to swim in this sky,
Wander naked and whistle for the ‘Mango Tree’.
But given the circumstances, I comply and fly.
Memory makes me want to jump again and be free.
The dilemma of having you becomes inedible jelly.
Deep inside me, it must implode.
Oh, I still adore you for complementing my wishful journey!
Regret – why didn’t I meet you before?
An Innocent Confession
You seem distracted,
Mind if I tell you a story of an endearing girl
Who never knew that fact might be unfolded
And her whole world would be going to diverse?
She asked me to have some patience
“I will surprise you”.
Her big, tired, innocent, smiley eyes tricked my words
And I said,
“Mind if I tell you how much I love you?”