Fear to open your petals O’dainty bud.. 

Fear to open your petals O’dainty bud In this cruel world of terror Guns don’t spare roses Dreams are always shattered. Leave not the secure shield of earth, O’ slender saplingLie unaware in her lap Rough are the terrains,you wish to explore. Beware as you peep outta shell O’whitey pearl Hopes are met with deception…

I have this disorder to read your mind.

I have this disorder to read your mind, And to you, it’s not very kind. Quickly analyses what you keep from me, To your lies, it doesn’t turn blind, Your painstaking efforts to hide the truth, Your calculated gestures or courteous rewinds, Everything is exposed when sixth sense comes to grind, I have this disorder…

Painting a new poem on the canvas of life…

Sometimes…. .  I feel like  Breaking shackles of confinement. Feel like Painting a new poem on the canvas of life  Like  Creating a whole new world of happiness  Like  Eliminating  differences of all kind. Like To experience  How it is  To live in the land of peace and hope  How it is  To wake up…