Round, symmetric, shapy,
complete, ruff and tuff
revered and full of hue.
Through the windows of
transparent glamourous panes.
The king could see all-
none could see his mind
or heart, nor whoelse there reigns.
Royal was his robes,
as much loyal were His men,
nobody had a wish
none there a complain
as if pleasure rained away pain.
The king was shaved fair,
clean and bright his looks.
Who can imagine things
improper, that the state He rules
fits for most beggars, in the Guineas Book?
The mother dies of thirst.
The buds of aspirations in me.
A smoky cloud wascovering the distant valley,blurring the vision.As if the shadow of deathWas culminating,A dread of spectresAll around.
Your fading memoriesZoom in instantlyInto a gigantic black holeEmerging out of nowhereThat prompt my innate urgesAnd the entire beingTo merge within and disperseInto a state of non existenceInto a state of ocean deep passionAnd sky high aspirations.They tend to lift the curtains,Of age-old infatuationFor being in your arms.For being in your charms.For being a part…
for the myriad questionsnever answeredby this man,now your husbandin the eyesof the society.
Yes something goodto happen soon.A peacock’s song of lovethat brings clouds of hopeinto the desert sky of heartburning with years of longingand centuries of faithfor the lord of the dreamsthe God of the worldsto come down,on the dry soil ofcountless waiting andrelentless passion.Your foot stepsRing the bells,My heart pounces highIt misses a beat.My eyes are…
