The deaths carried by sounds,
Are the deaths that we evade.
The depths trodden by life,
Are the depths that we create.
...
One fine morning, I started feeling,
I had written nothing!
A dog, entering my window,
And my window allowing the dog to enter!
...
A trick to find a lost key:
Coming back into the room
With a mind within the loss
Not looking for the key
...
A morning in a room
And outside where the night
Pats across the shrouds,
My lady holds it tight.
...
Before
Before
A wonderful sunshine
Before
The world is unmade
Before
A green grass on corpus
Before
The seagull is listed
After
I want to leave for
That's the time it comes in
That's the time you get off
That's the time he speaks off
With belting rain in seashore
Before
The world is unmade
With belting rain in seashore
Here I come for that time
Before & after withdrawn!
Arka's poems predicts a long journey with wisdom.I wish you good luck! Regards, sincerely, nimal.