Stamp of my love

Patience is not my weapon.

A new poem

A lady...

I would come...

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.

Look like as you are

Survival with destiny

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.

Would you come to love?

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.

For the sake of

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.

Unheard echoes

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

Suffer of leaf

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.