Beauty is upon you like those poems which are caged in teeth of colourful rhymes pulverizing death into chunks of clouds who crochet rainbows through stars and dust
Beauty is upon you when frozen goodbyes were decorated on a plate with nostalgic sprinkles of couplets which made the sky blush and the mountains burned into flame-full frost starlight was sewn on the duvet of dictionaries and you ate them with fork made of crescent of Moon
Beauty is upon you and those fleshes which smoulder with cigarettes and charcoals and then they sculpt the summer rains into never lasting aura of poetries and beauty of words.
I always talk about you With God and nature and the sky.. The way is sky is looking over you and clouds turned into pink. it's seems like the nature are in love with you too.. I'm jealous because I don't wanted them to fall for you like I did // ❤️
Alluring metaphors hide beneath her lemon poetry, she stitches seasons with an ounce of spicy phrases extending the variations of magnificence while gulping autumn breaths and dangling some amour poetry.
When she stepped her fifteenth monsoon, she drew a marine moon at the back of her stained diary which now drizzles every night when she feels like a dead sky above her head whispering nocturnal rhymes and sprinkling necromantic clouds.
She speaks endless language of love and life, the symphony of her unbounded waves waft through her glittering eyes which shed clusters of meteors and the first ray of sunrise.
She breeds dandelions and butterflies in her heart, soothes the horizon with flavoured oysters, She inhales Saturn's aubade, writes acrostic of folklore and waters the barren deserts.
I found a girl Beautiful and kind Sometimes cute Sometimes mute So adorable to find like her ..ohh that smile !! Pretty in nature Her smile is like an ocean You dive in and find the peace in her, Words are magical you read and just get disappear, So hum mile ye coincidence kaho !! Amazing she's amazing Aur mai kya kahu Kehne ko kitaab likh du Ankhon se suru karu Aur jhumko tak ki Khanak se lekar Tere payal ki khankaar likh du, Shayaro se chura k alfaaz nazm bana du Aur mai kya likhu Tere hone ka ek alag ehsaas hai Kuch khatti kuch meethi Baatein aur zoya bhi sath hai We three are musketeers hume aaj bhi wo spam yaad hai, sath kiye wo prank yaad hai I know you were leaving aaj bhi wo na jane ki smile yaad hai. So happiest birthday to you my dear ⭐❤️ Hope your days are bright, your nights are shining Almighty bless you and give you strength Blessings are more and words are fully sanitized Enjoy your day Nightmare wish you your future bright !! ❤️
Happy Birthday my lovie-dovie ❤️ Many Many happy returns of the day Wish you love and laughter of life. You were, you are and you'll always be my lil sis. I love you and you know that. ❤️ God bless ✨ Sending you sky full of love from us Keep shining my star
I come riding on a high tide To kiss the white sandy beach Foamy, frothy billowing in the wind I roll away slowly out of reach Jewel toned and freshly salty Every drop of me is wet as the rain Sea shells, fish, crabs and turtles Life teems in my every grain. Blue my heart, blue my soul Blue the depth of my salty waters Blue the sails of the boats that float Undulating till the wind turns them into tatters I tip toe in the daytime and make my way Gently to the grainy sandy beach With the moon I ride hard and roar In the quiet of the night hear me screech Carefully I plan my every ride Sometimes I’m low , sometimes high Crashing down to melt into the soft sand My waves slowly turn into the tide The heart of me stores schools and shoals All manner of fish and creatures of the deep Coral and seaweed bloom and multiply Rocks of all kinds cover my floors in heaps Drop by drop I am the ocean vast In the sea shells hear me climb and vane I am in the calm waters of the deep in the sun And in the high tides over the night I reign
I felt a funeral in my brain while lying wide eyed on my brown broken couch, at three during dawn, on the obnoxious friday, suffering eternity of pain, it was in the old cemetery with a ruptured church glorifying it's agony, the air fragrant with poet's jasmine, all the emotions were dressed in black, to mourn over the remnants of the words and phrases who died, in the process of my h u m a n a w a k e n i n g, for writers are not mere humans, for they are beyond the walls of rightdoings and wrongdoings, for their life doesn't end with their breaths, it respires within the immortal creations of their fragile existence, the saffron sky turned grey, covered with bleak clouds, ready to escort the corset of the dead soul to heaven, my chest ached as I buried them, the furious pain of abandonment, cracked my ribcage a little bit, hurried, I ran, I ran to unbury them, but there was no grave, despite, a field of poet's jasmine, I screamed, I wailed, and ended up lying on the brown broke couch in my room with a scarred neck, bruised knees, and slitted wrists.