Like a doll in a box,
What is wedged in between
Won’t find its way out,
Unless it’s nudged
By a certain someone,
Or a certain something.
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Set aflame
The highs and the lows,
Of mountain tides galore,
Paves the way for something more dramatic –
Goofy personas,
Their sunny outlooks,
Trailblazing through the plenty horizons.
Weaver
Flowing,
And guarded,
The prose started dwindling.
A barrage,
And a milieu
Of unspoken words –
Tired minds,
Unwavering joy.
Words
Where our roads meet,
And where our roads end,
Can only be the voice of a supreme love.
To forge connections,
And to form bonds,
Forms the baseline,
Of all creative endeavours.
Sweet nothings
The best time of the year,
When the grass is green,
And the heat shallow –
Wind in the face,
And joy in the heart,
A testimony of things to come.
Get lucky
While the red roses bloom,
For not one,
But all –
A merriment of nostalgia,
Gets interwoven,
Into the intricate workings
Of the lively being.
Transient
A rose-thorn bush,
In the need for continuous grooming,
Feels the need –
To be ever changing.
Stargaze
To burst the bubble,
To tickle the fancies
One must ever be a fool
To conquer the far reaching entities.
Diverge
To break through the overset boundaries,
To go against the new norms,
A tinge of wilderness
Is deep set within us
Half full
A brief here, a beehive there,
Might make for an oddball homecoming.
But the best of it all,
Lies in the travails and perseverances,
Of the good times ahead.
A Sight into My Psyche 