the skyscape so dark
the landscape green
the waterscape deep
beautiful and serene!
You don’t know the pleasure it gives
to have number of likes on the posts
though I wish those likes to be real
so as to judge the standard of writing
you won’t realize the level of satisfaction
one gets from the comments of the people
But I wish those comments were lengthier
To make me easily realize their genuineness
I wish the chain of comments never end
I wish taking them, longer than the posts
To follow or not to follow is not the question
one-Way follow or why to follow is important
extent of happiness, the depth of contentment
degree of delight, the magnitude of enjoyment
the effect of these outputs is inadvertently same
for the writers, literary bliss is the final aim
God! give me that one needle
that can knit beatiful dreams
the one that can create loops
loops of intermeshing emotions
stiched beautifully to perfection
perfect to the desired fantasies
fantacies that make me feel real
without the fear of ripping out
fear can make fall the dreams
like vulnerable castle of sand
I may again suddenly be awake
leaving absolutely nothing with me
with my achy eyes wide open
awaiting yet another opportunity
to dream again and become alive
as the dreams are in my breath
call me a snail baby
let me be in my shell
inner world is heaven
outside world is hell
its for kind information
that I deny transformation
I can see a sense of hidden withdrawal
And I sense something beyond the sight
either there is something terribly wrong
or something that is not principally right
but feelings are not slaves to such situations
they emerge out of something really pleasant
you may try to suppress them all forcefully
vigorous emotions may pop out of remnant
there is nothing right or wrong in love code
the unique nest of love has its set of rules
you keep what makes you happier and joyous
those who withdraw due to fear are love fools
all that found loving cannot be always owned
for God has spread the exquisiteness all around
feel the warmth of love and accept all its forms
as when you want love, it can’t be readily found
don’t force me to say yes always
don’t build that uncalled pressure
you appear to be a careless free bird
But I am under atmospheric pressure
Our tropospheric conditions are ripe
There are gusts, thunder and storms
I find it difficult to stay calm
As I undergo disturbances of all forms
You wish an Ionospheric relationship
Where the forces of attraction are high
But I prefer a stratospheric background
Where the uniform temperatures lie
How do we make the atmosphere conducive
To let our love like aeroplane fly smooth
To prevent it from reaching the exosphere
To prevent it from dying an unnatural death
wish to hit the bull’s eye
wish to reach for the sky
it is no cock and bull story
my wishes shall bring glory
all that you need to provide
is an Experimental bull ride