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!
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?