Curtains of my window are in pain because of my fickle sanity.. I am sitting quiet,And simply neglecting my curtains’ infirmity… Slowly slowly they fed up from myFeckless behaviour,and decided to torment me through windy air…. They taught me the agony of their mind,And to be mildNot always wild…
Unclear desires…
Through this transparent sheet,I am solving all my mysteries… As i wasn’t getting my journey’s end,I have holded some hands… My desires are now reaching at some resting place,As i have known the difference between the exterior and interior phase….
The Dark-Intervals
No journey can explain that time,That’s the way you’ve suffered your crime… You’d tried to become a good human,But failed because of your bad omen.. Despite of your conscience-striken,You have played the part of a good icon.. Now “enough” word is leading all your dialects as “breakdowns” had played many games during your dark intervals….
THE LAST DEFINE
In the poetry of darknessI have already explained my sadness,Now,I’m trying to recognising my signBut it feels like this is my last define, Body shivering by distancesVoice stammering at some glances,Visions are fading from mindBut some paths are still remaining to find, Many things were still left to explainWhy I have gone through such a…
“OUT OF SENSES”
Snake slithered through the door As it heard all the vibrations of the floor, As you know, they rely on the sense of smell It had reached him very well, Losing senses out of head It had bitten him and made him dead, Being out of senses makes you peril inside Being always in senses…
