Fluttering dragon flies Cosmic night seeking sighs Beguiling blanket wrapped twilight Boulevards feeling brazen breeze Brewing coffee, sipping tranquility Forming translations betwixt dreams Her hairs assuaging utopian cicatrix For fingertips melting upon tender lips, Whenever quixotic ink pours with poetries It tends to paint portraits along fine margins, Marking beginnings with sunshines Slipping raindrops on her wings They flutter like dragon flies mating, Vehemently vibrating in appease Fabric of life often bittersweet There's love along shadows of ache, There's bliss behind unimaginable pain There's hope after teary eyes begin to beam There're cosmic night to forget everything And let your heart be in solemn peace.
Cloak of clairvoyance settled upon grave Hazey eyes mystifying embrace Shallow shells beneath, shaking tranquility Forming fuzzy frolic forever cherished, Yet brings calamity along apathy Shivering scenes betwixt waves of destiny They rise and fall for benevolence within Alleviation i seek in her eyes often Beguiling creator knows seldom altruism, Perceiving pouring rain passionately Piercing perfidious bubbles in between Frost full heart and ashes on soul Completed loop longing for more love Holding picturesque dreams for long For time may pass but memories aren't lost Flashbacks revive vibing affection Caresses on dew dipped skin so mellow Charming melodies syncing slow, Being tributary of distant brook Verdant valley calling enrapture Revamping severed strings in winter Perhaps seasons won't be forlorn For poetries came back for more Dripping hues upon cicatrix so crimson
Maverick my son, remember to recall upon the almighty before your eye lids bid adieu to light and fell into deep slumber. For dying star of day, might bring nightmares for midnight often, Scarred little bird, scared from inside out, ostracized by society for lack of wealth. Magnanimous king only granted sojourn in deep verdant forests, sombre deeply prevailed and motherless wretched boy drowned in doleful musings while dandelions kept rumination close to soul. Fallen on delicate green grassland, gazing at sky while recalling all tales told by his mother about mightiest god that is sun. "Down on earth" , he said "we scratch our cicatrix to remeber all denied ways of cliché life that most walk miles to keep". Not blinking, cerulean blue sky, hush says the winds while caressing boy's cheeks "while preaching names of what we can't see, albeit we see you for eternity, do our wishes burn in heat or is it a lifeless celestial knocking our door every morning leaving orange goodbyes by misty evenings". Unimpressed by lack of response, few teardrops slipped out from those reclusive eyes to touch the grass beneath and reflect some sunshine before disappearing similar to the hopes maverick was carrying. "let my skin burn to bones and severe my hands till i can't feel more for I've given all my spirituality to save my dear ones and yet each new sun brings light only to deprive us when we need it the most" He used to disregard all disbelief, since his heart pounded faster for his grieving family, back to forest he went, inside hut he contemplated more beliefs while writing in native tongue some lines fumed with feelings.
Merely munificence all myths we cherish, Their wickedness thrown us out of societies Marginalised on lines of ethnicity But mostly betrayed by beliefs i carry No words for benevolent almighty My bellicose brims for ignorant humanity Balderdash priests pretentious beings, Mythical sunset never meant ending No rebirth for sun every morning "Helios you weak masquerade of sanity", I severed my veins to drench in blood, Only to see my forgotten family Befuddling notions make me Beseech, Few questions upon hypothetical hierarchy For if celestials made egalitarian world indeed, Where's the roof for my angels in hellish scenes Denying delirious myths meant to shunn me
Albeit I've acknowledged world for beauty It isn't found in books or superstitious deeds Nor can be traced along seasonal serene For this dalliance prevails in between, When rays of Ra penetrate clouds slowly, Moving into realms of verdant tree leaves Being decorous along mellow breeze, While embellishing edges of nature slowly Realisation Ardently hit me "True Demagogue of nature is false belief" For they search for godly essence wrongly Often associating with wrong ideologies Treacherous death for rhyming poetry, The one sang by land and sea for pristine And polluted by supremacist devils
Sunset a reason of calm for me Since orange garniture i crave truly Myths are dead and so is stupidity Both be alive if one existed in me Altruistic paths I've walked truly Maverick is gallivanting for more stories I've not preached but followed sun set affinity Bereaved of family perhaps i should've plead, To mindless beings for more reason for me Dogmatic villagers suffocating betwixt liars While defying ones are here in forest Dear sunset bring wrath of truth someday For celestials of wisdom are much needed
An imaginary story of a boy from archaic times, ostracized by villagers and priest for denying prayers to sunsets.
Often humans become profligate with what they can comprehend in rationalism. Confused, they melt reason into mould of something supernatural, eventually leading to hasty conclusion. To look for patterns and answer we usually overlook the very basis of questions we seek. For there can always be solutions in the very things that raise queries.
Cremating crayons for catharsis Calling clandestine chills from deep Covered with hazy brown shreds Attracting eyes from miles away Forfeit forlornly fragrance for me For freckles of felicity fume feelings Formed from crimson blushes she gave Frost full fables fallen betwixt my cicatrix Healing perpetually or virtually these banes They drift apart in dark acrylics i hate, They haunted nightmares along bitter realities These musings merely mine to torment For they've been conquered by greys Here comes emancipating purple gem Beguiling brazen bird between green Meadows they started symphonies You hear that? butterfly-effect is calling, For another demolition in violent violet Violin veil varying vibrations vaguely Very true were words i saw in dreams Cosmic colours preaching blue welkin Alluring my azure upon oceanic scenes Magnanimous labelled on my tender skin Stitched wings in ashes so mellow pink Curves beaming yet for another embrace From white angels found on concious lake Forget not path where hearts walked in They craved rainbows and stary gaze Favourite colours weren't there For colour of soul was not perceived Until it Synchronised with vibrant endearments.
Shredding confetti out of free scars Shaking seldom tremors within dreams They rarely fume benediction within Cascading conscious into obscure ocean It either swims across allegories, Or it sinks into abyss of musings Maple sapling within soul growing Embraced by changing winter scenes Frost bite framing shrouds for beauty Perhaps it's a cocoon for evolving infinity Cataclysmic chronologies settling quietly For days slip into hour glass sand slow Astral cosmos appeased by sadistic views, They preach creations betwixt devastation Perdition providing rebirth to poems, Fragmented jigsaws stitched together Forming mountains of hope and beams, Each piece brings bouquet of memories Oh how their aromas drive my vehemence, Following trails left by envisaged catharsis Shredding confetti out of free scars, Carving out blood wings for first flight Shaking seldom tremors within dreams, For they're by prudent felicity.
Fragmented musings flattered by secretes Hey i am falling falcone from eternity Scintillated by Synchronising symphony Created by hearts so soothing You feel heartbeats collaborating Mellifluously melting magnanimity of devils Press those lips against mine Ardently Flickering lovers Prevailing perpetually Encapsulating entire universe so eccentric Especially elaborated by metaphoric essence Proliferate heartbeats with kisses of frost I'll never get over this affection so magnificent Flaming fires for felicity fuming forever within Alleviation i find seeping on your lips Let me spread my wings over your cicatrix My Love these wings heal disdain soothingly Perhaps symphony found us in vibrations Big bang theory shy while we collaborated Mollifying universes with vintage love Feeling touches of vehemence Winters be warmer than expected it seems Shimmering embedded serene for me, The ones plagiarised from our soul slowly
Once when i was young Restricted within apparitions Forlorn were days when carnage ruled Forgetting now as enrapture prevails Forthright of my heritage of fate Fame conceded within seclusive realm Oh my demons did you waited till eternity Here's my lover with frozen wings She hath prowess to Eradicate all disdains Rosey red lips melting upon my embrace For they Ardently reiterate this name in solace What more than autumn sky in my conscious, Perhaps brooding of some beams i see Tranquility seeping within roofs of our dreams We hold together rope of infinity Shrinking shreds from broken heart of mine A woven together into tapestry of her life Pouring passion into hues of reveries Holding hands in Synchronising symphony Reverberate my name for i am reverent phoenix Heart burning to ashes, born again for bliss, The one conjured by your rainbow smiles They follow me in heaven for more appease Scintillating shades singing heart shanties Come closer to heartbeats before winter please So our hearts be together when frost is melting And arms be warming semblance of perpetuity
Draining doleful shades down sink Bottles emptied, all melting banes Acerbic monday and arcane aches Onerous work days and fatigue smiling On footstep of enigmatic lenity Ostentatious fragments rejoicing, While witnessing end of originality Waiting withers with wonders walking We saw some utopian magic For soul whispered towards beauty On uncertain days i am flourishing deeply Falling for hues, they shimmer appease Fabric of conscious stitched slowly Along the valley of forbearance within Alleviation ardently averting ailing Naive banes they ran away slowly Shaking tremors of shallow sanity Seems paradoxical yet it flies away Flowing with tranquility and bliss My feather turned into quixotic quill Often spills metaphorical scenes For there i live and thrive perpetually Failed doleful shades drained deliberately Broken bottles and benediction in bane Acerbic days when musings are quiet
Calligraphy written with mellow wisp of ink Calling cataclysmic chronologies Recalling merriment memories, While longing for vibes in bereavement Can prudence cure Incoherence? The one that often prevails in head Forming cacophony making demons dance Felicity fallen for fallacious fame Forgetting fulfillment from forbearance Often ostracized ornaments ornate oblivion, Cause they're most conducive for exceptions Inebriated with sombre yet being eloquent Initially dramatic but in time they make sense Pondering within perplexing realm Processing jillion thoughts in rhythm Possessing knowledge beyond reiteration Paving paths posthumously with past poems Allegories find our flourishing Incoherence Make it rage on paper again Prudence with words may make it sane But their calligraphy knows no lucid ways They swirl in madness of sarcastic days Ruling their mighty worlds within fantasies (to all incoherent minds)
She observes. She starts confabulating. She still observes. She pulls your leg. She starts to appreciate you. She looks for a common thread. She tries to find a mutual factor. And then she spreads her magic.
Everyone knows that she's a positive soul, who stands up for her people; lends support when in need; rejoices in others' victories; pacifies the ones who are engulfed with melancholy; appreciates what is beautiful; makes you realise that you are going wrong; assures that everything will be fine; and so on the list of her engagements with fellow beings on this planet goes on.
But I want to express something else here about a soul that never left perseverance. It is not an easy task. To constantly bring determination on the prime front. To have a dream, and then chase it, along with facing innumerable predicaments, whether personal, professional, emotional, social or mental. She is a story of how one should never give up even if situation goes awry or that plethora of doubts encompass your sanity.
To still be humble and down-to-earth, despite being a part of one of the most reverential fraternity of the nation. To never show-off her knowledge or talent, albeit having abundance of it. She is so modest that she'll never acknowledge her struggles. To be so emotionally connected, for she only has love to give.
Yes, the love, that she claims never fades. And it never will. Her quill speaks of profound insights. Her feedbacks are heartwarming. Even on this platform which is virtual, she showers virtues. Never would've thought that on a strange land, I'd find a pure and genuine soul like her. She is the epitome of what it means to be a Kin. And I thank you for this kinship, Kinni!
I have seen the sun trickle down, On her lap, who craves for her embrace. I have seen the skies melt down, from her silken hairs, who shrugs the stolen waters on pined saplings. What i have seen, is the strength which echoes in each of her steps, which the mountains register in their voyage. She is the warmth that winters long, all autumn leaves stapled in her diary, Preserves the memories that the springs hear. I have seen her sailing in nights, lightening the dull in her aura . In her world, The roses wear thorns in pride. The passerby rely on the directions of their heart. Rainbows quilt the moonless sky, And the wings perfumed in her fragrance, Mellows each cloud, in her love that never fades, In her love that whispers the unsung tales in her love, a little wild, a lot soft, Which heals every scars, rises every victim of cause. I have seen, None like her, but who reflects a soul, Of a fighter, of a grace of the woman, Festooned in metaphorical jhumkas, Which strokes smiles, dissipated in hollow reality. In her world, The mines of her verses, the depth of her words, Touches horizon, and beads the ground, On which the rivers make ravines, All i have seen, Is her resilient demeanor, I adore and admire, A human, who realises other beings, To live life on their terms, Because the divine is a path, trodden not in misting whites But in the alleys of the darkest nights.
I am on break, but when it comes to this day then i cannot resist myself in anyway. Kinoo di, my love for you, my gratitude, cannot be expressed in mere words but here i have just attempted to write. ❤
Wishing you the bestest birthday. May all your desires come true. And may you grow more. ❤ I love you my gf XD
She has forever dreamt of world without masquerade, but her explicit heart knows tales and domains of love that never fades.
She has forever hoped for blooming beauty in people's eyes, but her aromatic soul knows to harvest thorns along with lies.
She has forever imagined of brightening empty streetlights when sun is replaced by moon, her poems glow like fireflies when a mother sing lullaby and stars hum croons.
Happiest Birthday to the MOST KIND HEARTED PERSON I MET HERE, may your life shine brighter than the sun. You're love actually just like your phenomenal writeups, I really cherish your presence in my life Kini, you always make me feel worth ❤️ may your special day be filled with lots of happiness. Thank you for always being there with me and showering your immense support to my poems and to me emotionally. I adore you most.
If autumn was a woman, she would etch scars on her skin, leaving the flowers to bloom in odes. With every dying leaf her maiden days would roam afar, her depart will hurt less for it's certain and not bargained for.
If wound(s) could speak it will tell us that healing thrives when you raise it in imaginations, that it is just a door opening for blood to trespass in every season. That hurt and home lies within same moon betwixt western stars, that there's beauty in vulnerability when not claimed for.
If boats were made of paper they would collapse and sink rather than sailing little more. They'd drown by the weight of words of broken promises rather than water, when not fathomed upon.