Beyond many-many flaunting waves, of salty clouds!
I thought our love was deep!
One mile through the storm of mystery...
I found myself inside a back pocket!
With fortune relentlessly setting-
But! only something similar to love!
On a lap of a leave, constantly fading away!
A touch of melody, sweet to ease soul-tissue
In the midst of a beautiful thing, G’ can’t be without!
One of a pure dazzling charm!
My whiskers are now telling me...!
With a dropp of your true-self,
It would be impractical of me to show!
The abundance of your emptiness
Out of a clay pot of living cells... mad in pursuit!
The sky is now leaning,
against your strange-eagerness
I could clearly see -a degree of heat
sailing across a provocative stage
of something laying flat on acknowledgement!
But! Just like... on a mission-
... that looks like...things we did last night
On a lap of a leave, wondering...!
Blessings are things, we can’t do without-
Especially, the palms that gives
The love that is granted
The inner true self!
The image you sell...
We are here for mans’ sake
But! ...know the need...!
On that lap –chase... mad in pursuit!