Jaunt through the airCatch a glimpse of the heaven You’re the soul within the iron falconYou’re the wingless angelwho’s adept at flyingTear up the cloudsand glide in the skyThe World is under your feetHold the vowIgnite the spark of valourStrike the combatants down
Tag: Poem
The Phantom
Living among friends and enemies, My fingers are never tired of pulling the trigger, The gunshots became my earworm, Pervading the sense of lies and deceit, kept me alarmed wherever I go, The hell is calling out my name unceasingly, But I have no time to die, You’ve set up a guileful mind game, Wagered…
Street Artist
As the drizzles bidding their farewellthe Sun shines on the busy roadthe puddles glimmer like crystalsKnack of the sky turns the weatherdazzles me who is sitting on the pavementand delineating the crowded scene on the sketchbookwhile listening to the orchestra of voices
Dream Field Of Dahlia
Set my mind to trippy realmLying idle with wild notionsletting my soul free on the dream field of DahliaVivid contours adorn my visionGlare of my spirit beamed all over the placeslowly sinking into blinding lightAnd the World seemed to be far awayas I’m getting higher
Last Bench Donkey Poetry 