I’m just a plain man who never won plaudits And a dreamer who is holding the realm of music, I’m a loser who can’t give you the opulent living which you’re yearning for, My extortionate gift is writing a piano sonata, just for you.
Tag: Poem
The Seabird
You’re the one who gave the dream that I’m bearing, But now I’m heading to the place, Far away from you for the triumphs, Flying above the sea like a migrating Seabird while counting unsaid sorries and the goodbyes, Watching the Sun slowly sinking into ocean.
The Days Without Her
Whenever I’m down, she’ll be the purple haze, Slowly carrying away my woe andset it ablaze to dwindle my frigidness,Now I’m singing a soulless blueswhile the serene wind doodling the raindrops on the windowpane,As time flies in stagnation,I’m counting the days without her,Wishing the crazy weeks end rapidly.In this ridiculous World, we’re both detached by…
Girl In Red
Welcoming the day while locking the fear inside of your house Heading to the office that is filled with wolves and foxes You’re hated by the perverts in suits who preach men’s fabricated lores, You’ve been lambasted for breaking the stereotypical rules, But your desk is surrounded by fake concern, expecting a return for the…
She’s a Rockstar
She’s a Rockstar And she turns my woeful dawn brighter like thousand Suns Humming of the morn sky quivering like the bass Agony of the “songbird” wanes, as a new tune is spawn Words bloom in my head like budding Roses My heart makes amends Allotting a love song for her
The Lioness
The boundless power seeping into my veins, unbridledStanding with unamiable temper fresh wounds on my wearied bodydancing feet moving unceasinglyMy spirit risen like a phoenixI’m the lioness on the prowlEvading the squirmed punches and striking the rival rapidly
Blizzard
It’s a frosty morning, The howling blizzard moving around chaotically, I’m stranded at my home, baffled, Gazing at the cinder that reminds me of the things I left halfway, As the fog steals the light from the Sun, The day looks like a greyscale photograph.
Lazy Sunday Night
Check out the poem titled Lazy Sunday Night by composer and songwriter, B Nargunan which is based on his experience and depiction about the art of writing music. Lazy Sunday Night
Purple Sky
I laid down beside the lake, enjoyed the storytelling by the clouds,When the sunset came,the sunlight flickeredin between the tree branches,The birds returned homewith curiousness to explore the World tomorrow,And I waited there until the sky turned into purplish hue.
The Wanderer
Eyes desire for the nature,Ears are longing for the tranquility,Heart is yearning for the truth,Emotions hanker for the inspirationWhile music aspire to the extraterrestrial journey.
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