Call me wind if you do please For being placed for a period In flute of your sonnet , which Disappears at marginal moments After been bounded by unassigned Mondegreen and severe fears .
A part of me is holding back tears But the sonority of sound of flow Of those salty crystals becomes Humid with dressings of adorn When the tik - tiks of the clock Insist me to recollect cassets Of the labyrinthe memories . Indeed the profile of your cheeks Stabilize my empty pocket with Heavenly weighed affection
I breathe, wait and hope and Paste another page of love Prepared to deliver at the Address of the dear " cynosure " But the words travel back at Halfway seeking the chaos And laminating the calculations That gold is weaker than iron , May I compare iron with love Or atrocities it is bringing Gold seeks luminous adjectives But all Beauty isn't in the eyes Of beholder some amount Of shares admirer too posses .
What a strange time it is Elements of love is limited To mirror images of moon Who is unaffected by the efflorescence rays of sun And because of the untouched emotions , Luna opted to Make a displacement from Fellow colleague - blue queen too .
When the world fights a war Dividing the proclivity on dozen scales I need a plot to refill the lacking Euphoria in my story sickened in drawer As lungs collapse without fresh air , Heart collapse too if there is Deficiency in the pureness of sight , Strokes of nemesis and carelessness Necessarily stand as pillar of brokenness .
Beauty is upon you as Mellifluous Metaphors hidden In the chest of fond ballad , Beauty is upon as unstoppable attempts of a losing selenophile Effortlessly practising to posses Himself in the deep blue eyes , Beauty is upon you as you Wearing a blanket of smile And autonomous run of beauty Towards you And scorching more epitome Of the beauty , don't forget To make a ride toward Deciduous hut longing For your sight to Complete a Story living Optimistically Waiting for You to complete It , giving it a vibrant Touch once again .
by hoping and finding goodness and faults in others We forget to work on ourselves , that definitely leads to a great downfall of society Cause you too are an essential and fundamental component of society .
PS . Sorry for not being so active , give me a month more to settle completely , hehe busy-ness .
Plucking torn petals , within brown metals Sublimating drops are too brittle to settle , Alike Anxious leaf of the sour green mangoes , tommorows are coming , But slow uprising of Suger alongside of Your dancing cheeks , Makes the fingers busy In limiting chaotic nostalgia in Octelle beginning with Nourishment by your eyes , Sublime adverbs that simplified And romanticized the hope , Will you make an act of love To be a symbol of affection In my Reckless - symbolism Poetry !
Unknown corks in pigmented polls Colouring empty chart with maroon Surreal facades exempted from goals Transcribed anklets unmatched with tune
Periods of sijo in coarse of life Coined cloned laugh at bank of knife humility in harmonica hackneyed with homelessness Hapless April and halycon September though farness
Sealing walls of knuckles , often soaring in chuckles Chuckles are petrichor and typhoon too under truckle Truckle the bygones with solace of laces extracting silt out Outstanding pages in book , keep records to the harvest in drought .
Green lights glow generating Mediterranean Spurge near sea As how a perfect hearted walks And wakes longing to see the city
With black sight , with no height Covering blanket facing to night Revising , repeating and wrapping The bun with ballad to give a light
Pour affection , adore the hands Flip stygian stigma by firing the bands Purple plates plants perky proposal Paint my sleepless sonnet in your eyes , Let all become coastal
How to dust the sequence of rosy fogs Just skip some lanes by glued , as isolated , paired logs Leave the scars terminating in thread , plundering my soul Blending the cracking metaphors and memories in Ageas bowl
Breakdown blunders , forget the flaws Sustain serenity watering cocoa with clause Coat the arcs of poetry with layers of fructose In alliterations of volcanic life , Freeze talismanic muffins for upcoming rain with sunset of rose
Vociferate me as a maniac, But before you do so, Gallop back into the time of mine, Where I used to guffaw hysterically, Little things that made me joyous And scant things that made me fragile too, Prose, poetries and sonnet, Where I used to me my life's Claude Monet, Waving myself and my mind in the nostalgia, I used to be ecstatic even at the toughest times.
That childish me, has grown into a mature person, Heartbreaks, betrayals were all few reason, But as you can't change your past, and neither can escape back into that time, Before bawling me a loony, Know that change is the only constant, That childishness have lost its own identity, Its existence, somewhere in someone's capriciousness Its importance in somebody's complacence, Drowning myself into the sea of betrayals, "Teenage love" Was a reverie, Scampering all in a hurry, Only to end up with hatred and misery!
Sleepless nights, grasping their fists tight, Negativity clasping me to foresight, Flinching me to the tenebrosity, And my life commence transforming into a hoard of uncertainty! Before calling me crazy, Make it sure you know all my history, Those sleepless nights and ugly fights, Depression, anxiety, fears and howls in the twilights, Craving for someone's presence, but all I found was absence, If my wounds could speak, then they would've spoken all the perfidy that I had received as a gift, Life is turning into a terrible hemlock, All I find is just regret and nothing!
With the blow of wind Leaves start swaying As they are dancing On the tune being Played by the nature To celebrate the life They've got in this Beautiful world Where they get the Hopeful shine of the sun, Inhale the fragrance of Beautiful flowers, Flourishes with the Drops of rain and Surrounded with the Beauty of the earth.
"Poetry is my last hope" Let me take you to the days When i was wandering In the streets of unknown To find the one who might Understand my emotions Nobody close to me could. The one with intense eyes, beautiful smile put just A pen and a paper in my hand And said no one would make you Feel lighter than Scribbling Your heavy heart on this