Mm-03/27 Poem by Drkgbalakrishnan Kandangath

My muses-03-27-drkgb
==================
I feel winging whenever I muse;
Along the unknown skies;
Scanning the width an’ depth;
-To amuse self, to diffuse in-depth.

The breeze becoming the stellar song,
Sweet, fragrant, rhythmic, waving long;
Along the sunrays gleaming to my long;
-To tranquillize the psychic vibratory dong.

My dreams shaping to be poems mine;
My eyes winking to be the golden time;
The squeezing conundrum, the wine;
-Intoxicating the screwing thinking fine.
==============================
26-9-2012