Wanna swing your mood!

I would never come back To you When the nights are scary The weather is chill The time is too long... But love To maintain a distant To keep silent myself And wait Until the blood  In my veins...freezed.

Yes, of course We survive In the hands of nature, Beauty is always pleasure It's necessary? Nopes, What's the power To scale everything? Nothing, Is there words to make All thing clear? Nowhere, So I started To make myself good Beyond the judging, Seeking success After taking a dose of happiness, Why should I wait for To sing in spring While I feel happy Dancing with autumn leaves.

I'm your beloved Wanna see your flame Throughout the night On snow-dappled sight My lascivious eyes Wander to and fro Where my voice roams alone Would you love to climb And be my very own, Against the life's storm.

Pain is painful Or the birth was pleasure... The underwent circumstances In my very own.. The month of September Rude phenomenon And worst time Its were... Lots of miseries Are looking For the regain Of happy October.

In the silence The whisper echoed It was unheard But the strings of pain Revealed the agony And peeped anxiously Radiance in dripping eyes.

Every leaf is drowsy But the wind is yet to blow Never leaves its place In spite of low and high speed Dust covers to it With blowing air, The tiny palm of raindrop Claps with it, Even storm also comes to it But it never goes to anywhere It only falls .................... Fall to die.

Two dry leaves From a dead tree Fell down, I buried it In the core Of my heart... The depth Reveals the love, Nurtured In the arms Of the shadow Below that tree. I'm genuinely Walking to the future In the ecliptic soul To rejuvenate Myself.

Happiness in vertical Falling down Pain in horizontal Accelerating continue. The earth is taking Whole the burden On itself Somewhere shallow Somewhere deep Now the promise I'll keep Of never-ending Pace of myself Whether Sometime in happiness Sometime in grief.

Pain acidified me And the rain Battered ferociously In response.

My dog never traveled The fence line of the house He had ever patience To live at the same place For years... We lived together and enjoyed The family of nine persons With kith and kin Including him. But one day The venomous hand of nature Grabbed the throat Of happy life.... The dog is still there We all traveled the fence line.

Who left the particles of ashes To filter the pain, While the eyes are getting Wriggling curiosity The invisible hand reflecting Upon the face of mist Lips has no utterance The lullaby from aches heart Is disclosing the secret of love. Who is here To love fire On the chariot of flame.

The day is looking for farewell, The night is ready to cheer, The peaceful surrounding Is here in lingerie, I tucked the curtain aside Raindrops fall in my window Its all are arousing my sensuality I keep myself on window pane Eyes are fix at dancing drops Every drop is tickling in lullaby.

No sperm was there To fertilise an egg I'm a mistaken child But A child of good deed. I developed Visionary thoughts After discovering My myopia....

A tin shaded verandah In my out house Enfolded with greenery, Which looks like traffic light Always delivers the message To move forward Toward the life Toward the hope How the plants look like Static but dynamic Its never move but grow Till the end of the life, Bear every season Either it is fall or blossom.

Shattered soul, Broken pieces of heart, Nothing is favorable But yet The space and the galaxy Prone to visible. The bonding of sun With the earth Is endless Blue doves in the sky Are looking For the traveling And standing waves To fix the wavelength.

The true love is When you say Good night To someone And still wait For reply Whole the night. The course of true love Never did run smooth.

Who killed the birds of joy Through the swords To escape the truth Hidden against the flickers, Miracle would lay The destiny' young ones. Let him go over the heights From a fissure in earth wall, The muse is for flowers of cactus In the end of year, after December To suck the venomous red color Swirling into veins.

A burning fierce sun Looks like a monotonous tale A tiny dot in cloudy sky Disappears soon after Leaves a scar on bosom. The little balanced drops of water Are wish to make all clear and green Witnessing the things What they hold inside. They live in soaring fantasies Seemingly unattainable inspiration To awaken inner stillness. It's not only a feeling of change But accept the presence of dark.

The real clock, it is On the wrist of the time A token of today's suffer, It starts with the day But moves round the clock, It lives in the circles, A symbol of beginning A symbol of zeal. It floats through dim light, It floats through hazy outline It floats through whole the life, With a never-ending morning.

I'm smitten By the portrait In my eyes Which is yours. Looking for Beginning of all good In a new morning Holding on your thoughts On balcony Having a cup of tea, Now it's my life. No complaint, no reunion, I look the vase, Thrown by you And use to smile.

I'll never say to stay In five-star But any hillside Gazing spread horizon, Yellow sunshine Peeping from there The sky is pouring The glory, I would stay here Holding your hand for hours. No gift from you But have to grab Something in your eyes, For a new day, Filled with the fire In the soul and The calmness of the Magical surface Which wished for In balcony Last night.

When the gilded sun would outlive The power of my words I would be no more to feel Due to the oblivious enmity. Half sunk air in visage of atmosphere Would be remain here Lonely but many trees would peep into My survival which is no more.