Humans inbreathe Of eggs and toasts Of roses and lilies Of sand and jungles Of books and poetry Of blood and war Of gold and silver Of love and hate Of heart and soul And in the end Of life and death
Toasting breads frying eggs nonchalantly thrumming in a sing-song tone pitter-patter of metaphors cowp on hearts of poetries books constellate you and me by darning roses and lilies like cobblestones cover streets jungles roar and swore to confine and occult the gold beneath while sprinkling silver which moon perspire every night on sand and land where blood and wars entombed under tumulus of valour clad within chunks of hatred reflecting love for homeland and the world again quaff life as it quash death massacre of hearts and souls . ________________
When I rode it for the very first time Was filled with excitement n curious by time Reached the top with some butterflies And some swirling feeling inside But when it ended I faced Happiness n sorrow side by side It was an experience for me But maybe a regret for some N unforgettable for everyone It's a feeling that always hibernate At some corner of our heart n mind!
I experienced it a long time back And now I m Free falling through life.....