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! 

Mundane leaves

Painted in grey scale;

life takes a smooth rail.

Lacking the adventure

I make a dull sphere.

My soul questions me

values swell free.

Mural of series

doors scream murky.

Where did I lose?

Why do I hurt?

The system yelling high,

but I miss the sky.

Black is my veil

opaque and frail.

A gust of wind;

breaks me down

strong to wipe frown.

My frowsty lanes.

And work in vain!

Surmount wings

Salty winds , smelting roses
my ways tough
dealt with muses
smote my weakness
delivered every nuisance

They say you are in a plenty
I see the crowd dissolving in me
I was smitten by the holy cat
Unless it showed me its writ

How long the pain dwelt?
Asked the unconscious
a smudge in my heart
I felt discard.

Fate smirk so do thy
no oasis to quench
in the desert to quaint

Changing spree

“You are on cloud nine”

reciting your own rhythm

Is it that I dreamt?

Need to apprehend.

Time was cunning to me

Got a meaning in free

Where is the next halt?

Need a figure for the cult.

Messed here my ways

I proclaimed the end

There came revealing truth.

I encountered no virtues

Motions recalled a fast pace

Stays predict my success.

site of melancholy

squeals bring your shadow

settles my devoted soul,

When I turn into scrolling note

I draw the limit straight and wide.