Soul

I'm not designed.

I'm not fabricated.

I'm not manipulated.

I'm not only a human being

to whon one can mould.

I'm a stubborn soul.

Music

When everything fails

music passes through heart line.

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.