Slosh

Dreams splash, slosh

demarked…wishes never granted.

Down the pouring lane... stood the skeleton

Yelling, crying asking a pray

A wish to die…

A forgiven ride;

Mentioned yet un-noticed

Things separate, life continues..

A grammar never thought,

neither learnt

Strikes of being poised

Recurring steps...forgotten lanes

Where does it lead?

Wings curtailed, vision of freedom wiped

Controlled, musicale for funeral

Lines of trodden path, left uncovered

Dreams seen yet split!

Days swing with the partying ones

Waves move for the forgone cue

Promises kept for the long

Never uttered for strong!

Edge

When the beats never met

how do you feel they stay strong?

It makes me a broken glass

where prints stay unnoticed

graceful yet so tidy.

A musical night or a funeral song

each assume the same.

I feel it, I mean it

little do I cry for it.

The roses smelt within me

notions break at my door;

it pricks me hard

nourishes with cocoons

spells bricks of charcoal.

I meet the fathom

still it breaks the maximum.

Hills!!!

The roses at my bay

rattle, battle gossip

thorns pierce hand

bring emotions in blood.

A fat black heart

strikes my glowing sun

revolving at those hills;

long stretched roads

words of strength, molten blue

wills to mark out of sights.

Questioning questions yet unsatisfied

answers- nimble drop of rain

at your vast destination.

Fence

Iron bends, crawls

before her

Vision sticking far

hunger begs for a bog

dampen, strings attach her

The barren looks gazing high

outer world peeping, door

laugh at triangular junction. 

Yet she looks at them

the fence spreading long

villa being entwined

cropping little by little

a clash of breathes

yet strong and retrieving! 

Pasture

Stars shine in his garden
I long for them
weathering quotient asks
why to burn notions
emotions lost its companions
sprouts do acknowledge
life neither, a love
roots restless
spinning the globe
somewhere, sometime I stop
not to trace but to turn
the left lanes still call
I say- "wanders yet to come"
Feelings enough to touch upon.

Candour

Different and indifferent lost valour
Friends or foes at same choice;
Traced my frankness
asked for no opinion,
Posted and pasted voices
scantily adorable-
My middle phrase
points you for the clarity;
lacks of dismay
Futile to express.
What credited account?
Not even a glance!
A fair enough; emotions of lance
Yet I stay honest at my nest!

Bubbles

When I hunt for maxim,

Strength seems shrinking down.

Counting pebbles, corpses and corps;

I stick to the torn desires

They fume like bubbles,

Want to capture within me.

They rupture to breathe

Unfortunate my wings

Fortunate sand, respiring high

Wishes swing and fly      

Never heard the cry

Aching are my feelings

with a loosening hoist

I rest on them,

they break and never stagnant.

Pensive lid!

When aligned the lines
got to melt horizons;
phrasing equally a carrion
never remarked the lesion.
I was drowned with you
yet smelt my seabed,
frills of attachment
never a cause,
winding up engrossment
neither a desire
We met, we sang
no sticking planes though
I felt, hoping for a crown
my lid weave stories;
yet, finding am misery
engaged with notes on lid
leaving behind the deeds!

Over!

Ways structured, roads to conquer,

I took the step,

Stretching it, felt tired

Yet I monitored, till it was over.

You told me things fall,

I prompted they erupt.

True and tough,

still going to over.

Like my eyes pinning stray

I got it over my bay;

movements of poise standing tall,

we meant no probe

robes of feelings loosening threads

I wander what was the distressed

with the golf appearing away forever,

I termed it on my own it’s "over"...

Inner Glow?

Squary eyes, sunken vibes
yet I got moved right!
Sea behind him
and I foster the breeze
was that the manifestation?
never a squail for my station;
quirky my lanes,
responsible without restrain
still I flow
with the waves
making them my grades.
Iron bars can't forbid
he saw the sun's ride;
lens for thy attitude
and my fortitude
with arms resting on you,
I admire sublime
the air being light
I am glowing right?

MAKERS

When the morning appeared

leaving behind the twilight era

I confront my equations

least they were getting solved;

I had another apple to fall

curious at my fronts

I begged some more nuts

searched the default makers,

made poised gesture

cant trace the effusive eyes,

learnt from my loyals!

The preaching still hit my lane,

they brew up the conducive strength.

When I troddle on my farm

I look at the barren lines;

birds come and fly by me,

taking me elevated and high

trees swing the rest;

I try with the best

air flows silently;

preaches lessons equally

Was I wrong in portraying them?

yet, they turn victorious,

being the makers of

this lost lass again!