Color of Friendship

Her friend added black color in her life. Now she is happy because she knows that black is the only color of the universe.

Transylvanian Effect

I got really mad at nights

when the moon takes charge

on the sky

can you guess, how?

I enter in the safe zone

of my thoughts

and exit from the other door

to make strong, a relationship

between lunar cycle and my behavior.

Adult me, no not at all!

a nine years old child

bangs there because

sometimes my mood and

sleeping pattern trace

rise and fall of the earth's ocean.

Your poetry to me

Your words wear attires of smile,

faith, hope, insight, wisdom, truth

and the echoing silence of you

coming to you every time, I feel

its a bundle of questionnaire,

a humble answer to all queries

that offer solace and peace

like a musical terrace of mute home.

If I'm worry.

Your poetry is joy.

Creep

Feel a lifeless object

unbodied me and say

"Love is soul not body."

A star of heaven,

a cloud of fire

and joy of eternity

are not good enough

to make "me" again

waking or asleep

death is an ultimate creep.

Preposterous

I let you believe

there is

no dark in dark

without the moon

sky is still lovely

no black is there

this may sound

preposterous

and if

you're not in love

with yourself

it's impossible

to be in love

with my words.

No problem

Over

a dozen solutions

to a problem

are not accidental

but incidental.

It seems that

there is no problem

in a problem.

Anxiety with full moon

I got really mad at nights

when the moon takes charge

on the sky

can you guess, how?

I enter in the safe zone

of my thoughts

and exit from the other door

to make strong, a relationship

between lunar cycle and my behavior.

Adult me, no not at all!

a nine years old child

bangs there because

sometimes my mood and

sleeping pattern trace

rise and fall of the earth's ocean.

On doing nothing

In spite of

surfeit of traveling

excess exertion on brain,

my eyes are

still on surveillance

to explore

Something breathtaking.

Meanwhile a dot on moon

appears suddenly,

and

my far-reaching stare

makes me doze off.

Next

Your smile

is my password

to make me fuse

for every

log in and log out.

Your chest

is my armor

to take rest

after every shot

given by you.

Manipulation

If you

possess

the ability

to manipulate

the things,

then

you would be

assumed

the best person

in this world

but

the worst person

in yourself.

When will you visit?

Will you visit me tonight

my biggest surprise

I'm undone...

wanna wear death

a month later

I'll residing in stars,

back from the death

I'll never drive life

still gathering of our last year

few screenshots

and my hiccups

will heap you

...When I'll stop breathing.

Poison named you

No more neurons

are needed

to illuminate my brain.

No more dopamine

is needed

to cheer my heart.

I need a poison

named "you"

to pour into my veins

to feel life.

Words bring lullaby

I sleep where I sit to write

words are my ultimate lullaby,

I've a right of choice.

The word's echo, I hear

whole the night.

No more tongue to taste

no more eye to see

but the silence of seconds I empathize

who is here even to pay

a single penny

without any want, wander whole night

while reclining, I realise.

Some unseen despairs and few uncovered lies

are the

delirium of delight

God forgets to send me vibe of night, 

I'm unable to sleep tight

But my biological clock alarms me

to feel lullabies of words in romantic night.

Claim for happiness

In childhood

I got everything in happy ending

there were no verbs

no subjects at all

I was the only object

to receive responses in ayes

had something more than missing

no war for T. V. remote

every argument ended in satisfaction

all were my dear, and I found them

home, street, school, playground

in window or shadow

no caste and creed

no deed and greed

spent crazy hours more than busy.

I claim only for happiness.

I never had been in hurry to grow up,

in my childhood, I was only a child.

Life in trauma

Signature of death

smiles on my face,

I've a good tuning with dark,

hand of wait paints my day,

no pink spoiled my nights,

ink of Julius's tears wrote

my wedding song

on the dooms day.

Because seeping amniotic fluid

from mom's womb

was totally black.

Now no sign of life is in me.

Our very first meeting

When the hesitation crossed its path

we both decided to meet

our melting point was a curve

around our sentiments

reflecting infinite joy of each other

we inhaled all the no reasons

and exhaled love, love and love.

Our silence was covering uneasiness,

eyes were alluring to pour a lot,

feet were about to filling

the little gap of two yards,

pleasant aroma of room were providing

no room to our flip side.

Our shadows on the floorboard

half of each other occupied.