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!

Be green!!!! :)

Time shrinks in their space,

Never do they cry for a race.

Blue, brown and green;

they define living scene.

The aura of friendliness;

the music of solitary;

keeps my veins straight,

without any raze.

I peep at those strokes

colours reflect course,

My space is absorbed,

with the smelting cords.

Life breathes in spectrum

they compile our motions.

The softness of green renders all means;

the vastness of blue embraces with no clue;

brown speaks high

calls me to lay.

Peter and Harry relived it

No, it’s for all to lit

The birds singing notes;

leaves swing in the lots:

carving a mesmerizing story,

all living cells emit the eco-boundary.

No words to fall flat,

but wings to start.

A journey of live long

never to go wrong.

No demands to yell

Blue, brown green

share the nobel crane.

Ringing ethos!

Chirping of yellow birds, 

strengthen my inner crest;

long before, I entwine,

but still I make my rhyme.

Ideas and attitudes, keep playing,

 losing the goals in the race

stranger are my accounts;

stronger at post

days of addiction rules the best.

I am the queen

rest being the kin:

kindle my virtues

for the unbiased rules.

My anticipation works wonder

I have my ideologies broader.

A domain of expressing terms

I rule my comprehension!