Wednesday, 23 May 2012


THE MANISH DARKNESS
soggy feeling; but rising the smoke
from the quiescent vale, endless
aspiration; embellishing the
masked emotion, just
life prepared to
sign the
accord of darkness, silence of the
midnight, and the indulgent
touch, immersing the
persona in way;
that lotus
stalk
floats on the deep lake, emerging
the breath gradually to grab
the dew droplets; ardor
is dripping leisurely
from thirsty lips
joie de vivre
of love
or spring approaching in that step,
captivated moment, maybe
someone snatching the
perception bit by
bit, the muscle
and soul
becoming enslave to the unknown
sweet compel, a twist on
somebody’s arm, life
moving on the
the wheel
of
enthrallment, night shrouded by
potter’s mysterious hands,
dreams are entering
into the body of
mannish
vigor,
to give the birth of beautiful verse !