​The sweet essence of moment…


This one is for the depressed souls, those who spend their nights in sorrow and absolute stupor of their situation. The psychological wave is used first to conform and accept the situation and then to show an alternate beauty of the nature, which keeps our side through thick and through thin.

If there’s a difficulty in understanding the poem straight away, read odd lines and get the vision of nature, while if you’ll read the even ones- you’ll get the condition of the person in depression.


Sandwich’d layers top down skies…

One’s fed up with their hissing lies…

Ascend the staircase to stargaze…

Burn one’s eyes on that face…

Boiling, mighty Earth’s insides…

Fuming are one’s darkened eyes…

Brush’d the breeze through the green…

Burnt down- memories one’s seen…

Deadly pitch plack crouching fear…

Doomly thoughts one does wear…

Pounc’d & snapp’d lope’s pain…

Lies one crampled ball of vain…

Smooth melodious crackling bark…

Clenched lies one’s hair stark dark…

Fat burstin’ cheeks, holed in rodent…

One’s cheek- crimson pressed in dent…

Sweet smelling joyous dancing grass…

Veined out, one fails to cry out brass…

Sniff’d the air that sworn predator…

Beating, tearing up- this darn obliterator…

Swift & cautious pawed by lost soul…

Cramped, stiff, yet sobbing whole…

Hoot missed  that disappearing tail…

Still, lies one doubting one’s tale…

Turn’d the Earth, stifled beauty- Utopia…

Thoughts railed with chaotic Dystopia…

Calm’d are the starnights, calm’d the moonsight…

Calm’d now lies one mindless, child of the light…

Twenty’o’seven


It’s twenty’o’seven and I try to find you…
Your smile is like heaven, when I’m right beside you…
I wonder, I hope, how smittening are you???
The irony grins, I still don’t know you…

It’s twenty’o’seven,look up in the skies…
Two glittering stars, I hope those, your eyes…
I repent on my ignorance, I should have been wise…
I failed to recognize you, in your disguise…

It’s twenty’o’seven, I laugh where I stand…
It trembles, as I cover my eyes with my hand…
Tears and disgusted gazes at face of mine land…
It pains in my soul, you forgot to mend…

It’s twenty’o’seven, it pains in my heart…
I see through my past, slowly I fall apart…
No dear, you should have come in the start…
My feelings are hanging as if tucked with a dart…

It’s twenty’o’seven, I gasp, you are late…
Alone, my soul dwindles, that’s my fate…
Hope dies last, I trust in this state…
I resist, just try to remember the date…

It’s twenty’o’seven, it lies on the ground…
I feel so happy and light, as I turn around…
Your angelic hand lifts me up with no sound…
Still irony laughs, to death were you bound…

It’s twenty’o’seven, the earth ain’t still…
Just feel, you’re bound to someone, or you will…
Though it runs not in accordance with will…
Someday you too will be ground in love’s mill…