Detachment

 The presence promises eliteness, 

But absence provides enlightens.

To present and progress the future. 

Gladful for the canvas,

Grateful for the colors, 

Graceful for the calmness, 

None to prevail the gratitude. 

Mirrors

Am I appear appealing?

Am I be beautiful?

Am I caught classy?

You and I aren't different!

Of the make;

You and I are delusions!

Of the made;

 

Am I did deceive?

Am I enforced evil?

Am I faked fix?

We aren't distinct!

We're the mirrors!

Of the make;

We're the reflections!

Of the make;

A fly

I wasn't standing for you,

You flew to me. 

I wasn't glowing for you. 

You fused to me. 

I warned you with warmth.

You drove around and sync.

I wanted you the far the most. 

You dropped in and settled.

I shoved you with the blaze,

I shooed you with glaze.

I burnt your wings at the close.

Where I feared that loss!

Where you dashed in ash!

Here, I melt again.

Again, it wasn't for you.

-And a candle

"Later will be late."

With regrets,

Regret every call I declined on you.

But you never complained, but you would have compelled.

Regret every conversation that I raised my voice to you.

But you never disputed, but you might have disturbed.

Regret every act I refused on you.

But you never argued, but you could have urged.

Regret every visit I cancelled on you.

But you never questioned, but you should have queried.

Regret every word slam on you.

But you never sounded but must have squeaked.

Why?

Maa, Why didn't you?

You could, might, must, should, would have stricken me.

Rather than; being gentle to me!

Rather than; beholding me as gentle!

Rather than; holding me as an adult!

Rather than; holding my choices!

Rather than, told to do on!

In the year's now, I have found the fond of you than ever.

In the pond of friends and fortunes!

But all these can't fill the void.

And heal the regrets.

With Regards.

Another Night!

 WAS I CONSCIOUS? 

WAS I CONQUERED? 

WAS I COMFORTING? 

AIN'T KNOW MORE, WAS I LIVING THOUGH?

BUT WHERE? IN THE DREAMS OR THE DRIFTS.

BUT WHY? TO HOLD OR TO HIVE.

WHEN? IT FLOWS, AND IT FREES.

A poem to flamingo!

Perhaps the sky has convivial, 
To route your fortune,
To sort your whims.

And the ocean has crystalized,
To reflect your feathers, 
To shine your wings.

Also, the shore has capricious,
To relieve your feet, 
To soothe your wade.

Moreover, the trees have coloured, 
To refine your feelings,
To support your wills.

Fly flamingo fly!

Day four: Stay

Little us were clueless but hopeful.

Her mystic aura led me, to the universe twirled within her eyes.

Little us were confused but hopeful.

I hesitated to hold her hand, but the voice inside whispered, it's your ladder, go on.

Little us were appetite and hopeful.  

I lifted and placed it on my chest, climbed up to peek into her eyes. 

Whereas, she climbed down to seek into my heart.

Little us were excited and hopeful.

The moment of tranquillity, it reveals and heals within it.

Little us were fulfilled and hopeful.

It obtains the divinity of compassion,  to float in our galaxy and returns to our souls. 

Little us are fortunate and hopeful.