Untamed Thoughts

To unwrap the time in my head one day I would surely first allow myself Inhale a strong sparkly fizz of solace Beneath her crystal beam by the river, Then unfold piece by piece with waterworks ; And if a conscientious sailor would spot me And ask me why I declare solitude, I might whisper your name in the breeze But I will definitely hum the flattery notes You once composed when everything was like a dawn; And when melody ceases in the waves, I shall begin to compose my own; I don't know if another sailor would pass by While I croon my organic verses one after the other, But one thing I'm sure of is the whistling zephyr That would tune in to my intoxicating chorus What perfect rustic melody would it give! What quintessential rhythm of the night!

The compartment was partially filled as regularly with apprentices and their portfolios, non-bragging elites with cigarettes and daily broadsheet, twosomes at their eighties and seventies sipping something hale and hearty as prescribed, hermits reading romantics and mysteries and listening to their favourite categories at intervals. Apparently, only the rustling wheels to Bluespring were deafeningly felt. The cubicle was shared for an hour and a conversation still remained oblivious between us. Her face was straight down and her eyes intensely fixed at the flaunting words. Seemingly, she didn’t miss a single punctuation. I still wonder whose art consumed her that day and why she had to wrap the covers with prints. She didn’t care about the trickles rejuvenating the landscape or she didn’t feel them at all. I did bother to know her story and on one occasion I thought for an interruption. But to gain requires a process of losing a part of my testosterones so I decided to continue with...

I’m no more a hand beneath a stranger’s shadow of beauty, Perspired to learn and admired them but no more a duty. I’m not here to reprove a man’s art of   lifetime, Neither make an escape out of the fear of mind; But to undertake the realisation I am baptized with. A fearfully and wonderfully masterpiece called precious, To unravel the blessed inimitable on this trivial sphere; Shade the doomed into peace and strokes of truth around. Don’t search for a brush but paint with words and flairs, That’s what both heaven and earth long to see us do;       I have known the truth and the truth has set me free A key to myself I have found and that’s what you see now.

Are we all but a burlesque - staged and be censured? Homes expect as prominent of tomorrow Whilst the crowd explain as exorbitant. Two incongruous viewers zigzagged   our thoughts; Few responded, some reacted and a lot many sit vacuumed. A   handful antiquities that seemed contagious Might have ridden us to a state like today. Young grievances have been raised and noticed; And though rectifications have abridged all such Still told as classics   with disdain ; I have heard. How long is the day gone to fight back the stories? Sunrise and sunset are only phenomena. Why gap? No, amateurism is only a fancy if assurance is drowsed, No facade and obligations for we know upshots multiple.   ‘Ladies’   and ‘Gentlemen’ society’s best discourse Well, Shakespeare was right!   it’s all a masque. Tonight, this little mind gives a stroll to the told Perplexed, seeking what’s right and what’s looked-for, Sinking every line into blank...

Awoken by a wind of kiss sat I with posture straight Warmth of it rushed through,  my feeble cold hand Volunteered against my freckled cheek. Looked I for golden roses far towards the divine north With an investment of breathless cold whispers sang   sad, sad song; For darkness alone showed up on moment. With courage mustered I made an effort for light But my poor, poor   knees refused in despair ! I laid frozen on woolen chevron mat amidst her rich blissful gay rays, That swam flawlessly reaching to the rafters Against those intense horrid darkness , At ease through shut crystal panes and quarter-drawn apple silk. Aghast emotions could hide no more! Still, I hoped for something magical and no superficial performance. A solemn “hush” drew my deep frazzled lens To the east where placed her innocent smile; Secured with scales in   square so fine Of lavender with sparkling gems on. Good times lava broke open at its spur; How ...