ALL REFLECT ON THIS MIRROR LIKE WORLD

 "All reflect on this mirror like world, all our thoughts, its deeds bright or dark, and in glad or gloom; we must pass the time! and the dreams in flow, like a shining river, with a rush to reach the surging seas."

-Nithin Purple

I LOST THE LOVE

 "The transparent glassy moon shines abroad, and reflects the radiance above jocund streams,  a cluster of stars kiss the night’s cheek, I envy! the Music faints, yet it pretends to be happy, a beam of Wisdom stills me, and bestirs, my wings are unfolded to fly, to fly! to a world, never, ever have I seen, from a World, I lost the love."  

-Nithin Purple                                                                                                  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

TIME TICKS SO STRICT AND HASTE

"Time ticks so strict and haste, so it waits nobody for being late, as the tiding sea wave strikes the sand, and ebbs in hurry, to run on process."

-Nithin Purple

 

VISION DIVINE

 "Folded the eyes: Inner a vision divine, a glistening dream, the dark increased the light, to not let me stay closed, I opened the eyes: near the dream comes true" 

Nithin Purple

Desire- A Video Story By Nithin Purple

"The visionary, metaphysical, poetic story I called "Desire" composed in about 15 minutes of Time. Once in a Time, everything was freely available, then it overfilled, man was both in extreme urge for Lust and superiority about his own views, and thus the unknown omnipotent had to limit the offer, but as it was suggested and practiced, couldn't cure it still completely, yet it overgrown like a cancer, peeping behind the Bars." The poet states, Women, Views, Money, all are poison, and gives first priority poison to women.

 

I drank a bitter cup of Ale

I drank a bitter cup of Ale, a cupful of  fancy, and thoughts slide beyond the mountain rill; clasping every fairness to the quill, the scent  of flowers, the musical choir of birds, O’ air! the Divine here! for a poet’s joy to sigh!  

Nithin Purple      

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

 

LIFE QUOTE

 

"How serious since we drowned on Earth, and yet survived, living till the end, with our efforts to be acknowledged, for the mindful, sincere contribution from learning the thorny lessons of past."

-Nithin Purple 

'MY SOUL IS TRYING TO BE FREE' by Nithin Purple

'New poem after a year, of wandering abroad, the story of a lost love, the sadness of being alone, deadly alone, the revengeful loneliness'

 

'Daisy' By Nithin Purple

 

'Daisy', a beautiful, fearless middle aged wanton had lived her life in a careless way the poem unfolds the tale.She lived in a town where there was always so rush, and shared her room with more handsome young boys to the many old grandfathers. Daisy was caring only about money and led an unsafe life though. The poet used to see her drunk, wandering in the dim-red lights of the streets often, while he had a job at the same time, he collected the memory of the hapless youth.

FLYING FROM A WORLD by Nithin Purple

'Flying from a world' is intended to write, in means of an escape, from burdensome Life, One will think about a potent, high life, when all get sour or bitter enough, leaving everything behind. So far as heard, its been a cool start, all together, to get unending happiness flow. In order to achieve such an `eclat, one has to move away.

 

WHO WANTS A GREY HAIR LIFE By Nithin Purple

'Who Wants A Grey Hair Life' Is a poem written in melancholy, that dragged the forlorn poet into the conscious regions of pain Romance and loneliness.