In darks, in prolific sands with sprinkles of rain,
Springs up a greening deed, the seed with a grin!
Teeny it learns of its teeming plants, is a part
in streets of tears, darkness as trees,
in graves lie dreams, agony rustles
as there comes a serein,
thy always brought up a rosarin!
Promises made in haste
slow to take an offence;
Thoughts slur through flowing tears,
pain meanders on passing memories;
Let me put the words
What I feel atleast
This moment for thee…
Days begin with praying hands
in holy waters to the deity
days forbidden in thy waters
unburnt bodies of dead;
If only beauty is woman and nature
to say you this:
a night....staggering with lakka bonanza,
often pursue I, after a girl baby sold,
working shadow glimpsed 'tis haunting eyes,
wobbling to the target.......
art lies in resilience.
with feet under grace!
Hold your silence for music in distance
Not from sky, from the art of nature,
i drove my grooves to flow with time!
I'm filled in the crisp crystals with care,
i have that purity darkness is ashame of!