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"...