'Happy in Life, like an unhappy clown,' thus blew the words, like a bolt in ten-fold despair, from whosoever has a furnace mind, No fragrance prevailed from the budding flower to satisfy that egoistic chaos!
Darkness still ran on deep waters of Doubt,
Frustrated clown! has a palm full of ideas to sow, and a mirror to dream on. Pain in vain, when heavens shatter, the sharp shrill is from the mad philosopher, who just being stopped by the hinder-gale.
Pretty, a nip of hope, pity ain't?
Opening the thoughts, like the rain kissed lips, each a second sprouts the wild hyacinth views, yet more crisp his pristine heart, do it wonder for the wandering ink threw some lines of bitter! Listen! the red blood, drip, drip, dripping the beautiful ink of Imagination.
O' high puffed sweet Beauty still wakes, from powers pronounced ashes brown, post burnt, the passing smoke! long-lives for the specific enthusiast, who has only aim to caress her.
Stepping down to Life, heartaches, heartthrobs, a couple of multilayered feelings, since love was pricked and poisoned, melted like a dew drop, the vanished! For some reason, here is still a comfort, the pearly imagination, and its setting sun.
'where you were' .. as days lipped in emotions vaguely recalling and forgetting the painful (peace not) yesterdays, all 'needs' rough and rot, bending is the still need, waiting to be accepted, yet forlorn and dusty the dusk, fading or hiding?
Once two love lips come to life, made a flight, up in the horizon so greeny, ha! was so rainy feelings (the pulsating) while high clouds cheer, satisfaction was selfish, the world has it trot, an escape for one to suffer as everything flicked in a second, swift time too swift, pains stuck in shackle throwing mind in air, the mind, mind-eyes crack,
'whence the Love' now, seeking, seeking the 'killing loss!'
Image used : 'Blooming Lips' Photography by Nithin purple@ 2021
