Not just any ordinary flower like ones near a tree’s bower She’s an exotic blossom for seasons A creation of God in the Garden of Eden Thus for eons, the bee flew Across seas, just to get her view Even when his withered wings fell off For him, her bloom was a beautiful payoff VasanWe …
Yesternight, a soul visited his dream The one within his bloodstream He was in eternal bliss as it seems Till the first rays of sun peaked out of the cloudy cream He slowly opened his eyes as the sun shed its gleam & smiled reminiscing his sail down the heavenly stream Now, while penning lines …
This one’s for all beard lovers. Growin beard ain’t just for fun It’s an emotion and pride son Takes a hell of a time to tame And groom it like the mane of a dame Grow it with no excuse or escape Toil the soil till the jungle’s in shape Never heed to the breed …
He’s a lone wolf on the hunt With all his anger & hunger, you runt In this land of the blind, he’s the king But that isn’t a thing to give him zing In your galaxy, you might be the sun He’s a dark star who could consume you, hon So you better raise your bar …
In life’s desert, he is like a lost gust Wishing for the rain to wash away the dust When rain touched his heart’s crust He was unaware of the impendin’ rust Was he fallin’ for her fool’s gold When he thought his heart was sold He acted all bold & kept things on hold Oblivious …
Most times, he’ll be gone To another realm in his zone Far from a world full of noise Where silence holds the poise Then he throws his thought Into a paper of the sort Hoping it to bounce To hit ’em an ounce Unlike many substance-less sayers He sought some meaning n’ layers Experience him …
A Wolf’s Resolve! In the broad daylight, the wolf saw the morning moon. The wolf fell head over heels into the moondust. And since then, every night, he keeps on howling, longing for a love he will never get. He adores the bright beauty & no clouds should ever hide her glow. Deep down, he …
Lemme tell you about an age-old lore Of a wolf who walked the earth’s floor With wounded paws, he moved at his pace Marking terrains in a vast deserted space Facing trail of thorns during the day’s quest The night was his to howl at the moon’s crust He was a gritty underdog in a …
He’s a ghostwriter A lost spirit’s scribbler Etching emotions Revealing his demons In all possible ways While counting his days To leave this frail host As his mind’s effin’ toast And each breathe’s a cost Without waiting for another dawn In any split second, he’ll be gone Drifting in a reverie that’s lost With the …
Perhaps, in this life’s inning While the world keeps spinning Only a share of our soul will ever Despite all our endeavor Graze the lives of others In times dreary and dark Drift with a virtuous spark Walk the mile stoic for a while Face challenges sporting a smile Never let fear win and feelings …
