Like a bird humming its sunset rhymes,
I sit above my nesty edge,
Uncaring to the wind, the cold, the sunshine.
Just shy below my overwhelm.
Just hard to sing my melody,
Yet doleful yet deep yet silenty.

laconic I jump to chanting chorus,
throbbing heartbeats be drumbeats like.
And lack all the subtle touch,
Of fineness, of excellence of poetry yet,
Deep within my sober rhyme.
Lies a wishful fantasy,
Just hard to sing my melody,
Yet so doleful yet deep yet silently.

Of all be done but expression to love,
Acushla to the love that echoes away,
Desserted, unruly, like free will.
I poach the blood from the middle chest,
To drench the love that feebles away.

Oh! Dear nostalgia-
The moments, to were to wishful be,
To you,the prayers, like ever be.
I dreamt of a sunrise untraversed,
By the world, the people, but nature,
And you and me by the dawning sun.
Give a subtle touch to melody,
Of wishful fools,I aspired to be.
To love be perfect, in my dreams like be.
I scribble, I scribble ,I silenty..

 

 

 

by : vishu mishra

date: 21-02-2013

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