A broad visage of gypsy tales,
An eternity of love songs,
Written and performed,
All in the name of my lover.
Alive
The transient nature of beings,
Arrests all certainty –
Where questions of morality,
Arise from the deep,
And emerge into the lights.
Glow
A night in a starry restaurant,
A penchant for the dreams.
A balance of the delicate and the fragile,
Moonshine in abundant gleams.
Ponder
A breath of fresh air,
Powered by a dose of good ol’ sunshine,
Makes the heart yearn,
And the rivers speak,
As destiny comes to light,
With a barrage of emotion,
And a whirlwind of substance.
OG
A bushel of white light,
Opens wide,
To let in some more –
The gatekeepers of goodwill,
They shine down,
With ever-resplendent warmth.
Poke
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.
Trysts
To all the loves
And the loves beyond,
A signature step bound your way
A moment’s reflection
Has far-reaching implications ,
Along with a flair,
For the collector’s art.
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.
A Sight into My Psyche 