A tidal wave of sorts rises over,
Bookmarked into a series of events,
One leads into another –
Like a stone on explosive waters
A vacant canal at bird’s sight,
That heeds only what its born with,
A reckless setting can oft prove worthy
A task for its multi-tasked mortals.
Why question when you can sing,
The melodies and love tunes of a long-lost world,
Brimming with upheaval –
And bursting with grandiose.
A river flowing out into the horizon
A glitch in the leaping cascade,
A barrage of thoughts creep onto your being,
A symphony of music rising through the dawn.
It’s like a dream, an aura
Jelly and diamonds,
The smell of a burger
Angels abound, and so do the stars
They wait, and they keep waiting
But the music is broken into silence
And in it, exists I.
The moon,
My favourite part of it might have to be how it shines
Not on its own,
Nevertheless bearing light.
Orderly chaos prevailed. The lavish tunnels, and the not-so-lavish faces.
A consortium of sorts.
A strangle tingling sensation.
Multitudes of faces. And bodies.
I look around, I’m king.
I breathe, I stay my stay.
I feel, feel my feelings.
I think about something juicy. I think I know what I’m thinking about.
I’m thinking about a feeling.
A rather curious feeling. Something that thrives on curiosity, rather.
I feel like I know you.
I feel like I know you, inside-out.
Amidst all the chatter, I feel like I know you.
Archaic;
just like the word,
her tendencies.
Ceremony,
Pompous intentions;
one supports the other,
And in it,
We rejoice.
Mysterious,
With a whiff of what-has-he-been-upto,
Tall, cocky,
A smile that’s way too much –
Over-the-top indulgent.
Dear Pondy,
I grew up with you. You held valuable treasures that I still unearth, to this day. Your many sights, your numerous tastes, and your inclusive vibe drew me towards you, like no one else did.
Chérie, I’m coming home.
Fiercely motivated people,
Whole as a single unit,
Need be together?
Set them free,
And flourish be.
A Sight into My Psyche 