When emptiness  rules the mind

Busy bee pulls them apart.

Watching all these mindtraps

Conspiracies blink their eyes.

 

 

Never am I nervous on any harsh realities

But I simply enjoy being virtual

Being virtual in a world of words.

I will never give up

As long as my thoughts drive me

I will never be bored

As long as my mind makes me busy

I will never be tired

As long as your love armours me

I never know what I am gonna write next

The words delineates my impulsive notion

I believe in those conspiracies of the world

Making me to discern the quantum code of my soul

So here I am, flying across the space between words

And whipping up whimsical waves of notion for you

I am lost in a cloudy dusk

With desperate rainy eyes

I am harsh and heartless

With chaos over my crown

I am striving for that serenity

With freezing blood in my heart

How easily you adapted to play with the missing notes in the string of altruism

How quickly you chilled and persisted even under venomous attacks of nihilism

I am proud of you, my dear.

Your readiness to cope with the damaging shots in life, makes me venerate you

Feel pity on those senseless creeps trying to upset you, as they will fail for sure

I am proud of you, my mind.

love

My curtains blowing on a windy day

Rising up like a flying cage of honey

Sniffing and snuffling in between

Climbing on the walls to feel the crown

With my eyes closed, ears wide open,

I just sauntered into that flying cage

Now I can see and hear you whistling

You are humming for me and me alone,

While your hands are holding me sweetly

And making me feel your warm touch.

Something haunting her

From the bottom of heart

She is so restive that she

Can’t bear this anymore.

Among the various whys

Strained to find the best fit

Nothing in step with her pain

She is drowned in deep love.

Her soul is burning to no end

No one can pacify her heart’s fuss

All she wants is to be with him,

With regular doses of hugs n kisses.

She just wanna lie on the bed

With her hands resting on his chest

Her days are nowhere to be found

When the cuddling nights are far-off

She is stuck in past, lost in thoughts

Thru the evokes of tangled fingers

She just needs to be held in his arms

In the tranquil hour of night, forever.