It’s time to time the untimely,
to walk down the road to find a sudden end
and a greeny by-lane.
...
Shapeless water art thou,
that glistening flows
down the stream
- Silvery blanket with
...
Evocation
Here I stand blank
searching for words and
something else?
Come, Come, I call out to you.
Come and draw my paper blue.
No! What sin are you committing!
You enslave the unwilling,
harass their souls.
Thou art a sinner.
No sinning evermore.
A Sinner! Mistaken thou art.
I invite them to glorify,
to make peace in me.
Not to chain them,
but to tie life’s string to tune.
They arise in me
or I make them arise.
For, the sole goal is
pleasure to the painful heart
and solace to the tattered soul.
hey sir very good poem! proud of you! thank you for lighting up my lifeless life with your poems. Love u [3 Regards your only, Harsh