If locked rusted ego-box,
Unlock never
...........
A world of dreams
decorated in terracotta,
Better to swallow
the fear of death,
whistles sound,
like an obsolete
pressure cooker,
hearing loss
as silent
hair loss,
will be
beyond control,
Woo-hoo!
©
Mercurial Characters rolling
Through the role of the storyline,
Depression, puns, exhaustion,
and brutal sacrifice,
All this taught me to think
When all chapters are finished
The conclusion goes well
On the peninsula of tragic death,
Moon clemency
across the eastern sky,
A buzzing saw cuts through the silence,
Aside from my leaned forest bungalow,
Flowers bloom
on the tree of poetry then,
Warm gusts took my slumber
Stopping oozing your mind dews,
By crossing crazy soul
A river of hobnob,
Life proceeds by
the buzz of life,
on soothe slope,
Angle of repose,
nothing knew,
Fast pace,
On maelstrom
restlessness gazes
Demise too stirs
as greyhound shadows
Working on tirelessly
Sometimes it's
merely time obeys
barbecued heart words,
Rhythm of Love 
Don't have to learn to live
know how to perish,
amiable, in livid love -lake,
relative to the red lips
if you can smooch
Her warmth even
at this distance night,
& it will be on my breath
the chasm of tenderness,
Keeps me up all night
..........
Eviscerate,
the root of all temptation
Orphan roots are not ghost-white but raven-black,
heartless word,
a sign of evil,
The silent blue drug of red lust,
Herbivorous dreams draw
Non-veg bed in the inn,
Can't be called a thief,
Selfishness,
That's a fool's errand
silent argument
& nature of scholar sage
someone's
Ignoring death isn't advisable
Because a storm death is outlandish,
only bee-soul wandering
For New Beehive,
After crossing the red year,
......
On the way
to the dead stony heart
first shoot
first green silage
first puff
and the thrill of life
sensation
And textures
Infinite matching
Beyond of
Psychoanalysis
A river of fire
Lasts forever
between you and me
Which we drew
Both in silence
in one brush stroke,
When I woke up
My dreams sleep
But the stairs of Moon
Lost my behind, morn,
Noon and
Leafy childhood,
Stainless past has never been
Won't be ever,
Ahead of fortunate time,
tide and your crazy smile, penultimate,
Despair is not a word
A chance to prove yourself a rock,
Faith is not a foggy perfume
will disappear
in the embrace of the inner wind,
Toward the protective reddish moon
looking for a lover's dimple,
Well known,
......
Loneliness's nudity
I saw it
on a full moon night
burning with a strong fever,
Not suspected disease
breath smell filled w/seeds of nonsense
Life & death are good
Love symbol asking
you can't be a tester
mind stayed a student
whole life
Before entering whore's parlor..
If the days are like a juicy purple plum,
and thousands of them in the story get wings,
If the reader's heart is like a cloudless flower,
Where life stops is a sweet breeze,
Roots of death uprooted for unseen chapter,
If the days are like yours...
No bargain in devotion
Mighty Roses are in lockdown
Forever
........
Bats and Owls forgot to scream,
Dots of light accumulate on the mind's monitor,
Sweet memories evoke a tingle
to relieve the pain of slumberless nights
Swinging on the weight of agony,
My themeless skies,
further in new Moon night
Campfire festival
Attaining the goal
Rises junk papers fume
mountains of the mind
Undulation is merely a blaze,
& In the valley only
the sand of hate flies
Nothing elsewhere
Dwelling & tenancy with
in
dead herbs,
Liquid love failed to ascend
Thru capillary action,
Ex was darkness
And present dissolved
in raven wings,
The worst lesson to reckoning her
taints in the silver light of the moon,
Revealing ecstasy in the loyal luminaries,
Every lunar tidal wave might
To climb up you,
At midnight
on my calm water mattress,
Lives by the crazy sea
Films of Affection & Bliss,
Thoughts are only yours and mine's a deep secret,
The harsh sea level reveals its conglomerate,
Pale Bramble wrapped
Closed door waiting for me
Exiled she
Farthest from her native urban
I saw her concrete-story
& been reading about palm-printed shackle rods
One generation passed by
Skeletons of houses shadows
Divulging me into a dilapidated saga,
YET I'M FINE
no tears in his stoney gaze
& have merely deathly silence
no trace of a smile on the dry lips
yet saying "I'm fine"
like a tintless shroud,
echo of harsh sound
thumping in a smell-less aura,
Even not want to be a boozer
I took the wrong step
With dark plopped,
The chronic brain has run out of fuel,
I still find you, Mrs. Samuel,
Like an old brave key
Golden empty locks remained in hand
rest of dry life
I love Tuberose of Midnight,
& can read my fate,
no sound if it is felled before the flowers bloom
it hurts,
even immature fruit not,
the tree suffers if it is counterfeitly pollinated,
.....
TWO WORDS & ONE STORY
Fragrance of mocha
urges to warm longing
A sojourn
In Twilight
two words whispered
Under the cherry blossom
Her eyes let out tears
Pledge to keep words,
Until evolving martyrs
Our love is not dead
Merely wanes away
Far away, neither mind
Not erased: Some colors of
lure life
Frog's Umbrella(toxic mushroom) is about a drizzling rain tale,
Warmer stories on cold nights
A snow flock laughing with the North wind,
Some agony wetting the eyes
never delete like
Fool's song as futile Grammophon..
No chores
Merely excuse for a lot
silent wood stem showing greenish peel germination before went on sawmill
None care about it, it is a sign of life,
Bogus, glutched community,
& selfish world ignoring
a moon entangled cobwebs we see
On old casement for thinking at a while
Life prays for nectar
& bloom wish smooth pollination
sea cravings abyss treasure
Carnivores create brutality
Fulcrum toils for creeping plants,
Nothing is expected from the poor blue world
An indigo sky of dreams
& a heavenly highway makes me happier than yours
The seeds of addiction that you buried in the mindyard,
Green love in the rainy environment
leads to fast yellow green turns into bass green
& the sky is not blue but green as tender leaves,
In that fog
On the sheet of dews
both souls wandering
Around Barrack Square,
You strive the royal highway of myth,
I seek the level crossing of life & death,
of happiness & despair,
Past the spiral staircase,
& cloud-free unique sunrise
1 more episode of Tragic Soul,
1 life full of drama,
& an incomplete love line...
OPTIMIST
Who won't want to leave his footprints?
History speaks volumes
& will critique after the grey page,
many files, failures will maybe
be laughing sources,
humor,
Even my dress coat, & dishes,
I know everything,
Yet, a floating sign in time sea,
If I can scribe
Bliss headphones
buried under the pillow
known to all maybe
Fate would take care of it
Both of us,
contrasting pole,
Trolling work from workless idle workers as touching at Moon sky,
Finding light in the twilight
The flop director sees a faint glare of the balcony & hides broken feminine teeth behind the silver curtain,
Walk on the highway, not streets or lane
As a hearted bohemian,
A living puppet is tapestried
in the blue aura of obscene jokes,
The harmony of thirst
& love in the mind has been lost
its ultimate limits,
The dark door of your house of language is open,
Allow me to turn on the light,
blaze more time,
Don't take away your right to express yourself
Since the desktop is mine
Glimpse its usage
countless love scattered in the universe,
As Glittering marvel lights,
Toxic words hurt more than wounds
The burning sensation of not keeping the pledge,
The sun is busy piercing
the sable clouds with the needle of its rays,
And I try to draw a smile of a newborn baby,
Me & my silhouette
The clasp was tight
I'll learn about the life & death of delinquent
Insight our magnetic resonance,
Emptiness chewing nervous system
world illusion under both feet
& induction of magnetic movement
towards the descent
As crickets fly to pyre fire
Neither
a worshiper
Nor perfect sage
Not even a hypocrite cat ascetic,
However, I am sitting on the blueberry of love,
And keen wait for you,
A humble poet,
.......
May I know
Morose
Postmortem history!
Where is my last grave?
& my epitaph?
You're capable
in slow steps
Go ahead, pioneer
Along my ridge
U can go to a blind tunnel, solitary steps,
But don't look for a way back
will lose life & crucial moments,
Earth's outer layer is tight
& abysm is more scathing
Retain that
Life won't be a countdown clock
Longevity is not night
Let the slumberless dawn break
In the arms of the tangerine sky
Children's hope has no limits
Loses the mind in the prime of youth
September breeze mingled
the aroma of green roses,
September ruins
Reminisces torn petal
Of decorated rosy ambitions,
....
Each human skeleton survives with 2 arms & two legs, can't speak like a living person, but conveys everything through movement, People don't understand their signs, so they are afraid, Just as science is progressing, ghost stories are equally moving with time
.....
Love is a bizarre word
& gospel truth is never quelled,
That song is your favorite
can't sing even if I want to
Bloomed many roses in my garden,
I can't pick even 1,
unsteady camera hanging,
Pen, papers all I've
But disgust never leaves alone
Where is the Leisure?
Has anyone seen horror color?
The fading rain downpour
Entire hues to clean
To grow soil core
Looking for live soil again
For 2 handfuls of earth
Arriving in a 6-ft dark room,
& aquatic soul path for some food
salty wounds with bloody talons
Yet, sailing up the voyage
Laughter is an eternal art.
Only those who have,
a 6th sense knows that there can be divergences
in the crooked smile of filthy sleaze.
Happy with tears in both eyes,
I love to laugh every day,
Solemnity is frivolity but a sting.
....
Walk in an un-sin & stumble-less way,
Ahh, chanting birds, bloomed skies,
Spread bold wings & drift amidst of Earth's to the Moon's edge,
Testing of Moon's soil & the forehead cleavages,
love blaze that burns mind tree,
measuring silver hues,
to decipher ancient ore,
.....
Rose has no languages,
One Rose has a story of beyond words,
Her beauty is a celestial chasm,
After the fire party only ash remained,
no nothing, no nothing
I only hear moaning,
The light goes out
Power cuts off from the life-line,
There is nothing but emptiness in sight, sandy vision,
Leaving the rest of the work,
No meaning of self-working,
Black & white uneven
In a low tone,
strong hands' wave,
Sully-fingers play gymnastic
like cirrus clouds riding the ladder of the sky,
Autumnal breeze breathing,
Isolation teaches people by heart, not mind,
A handful of conspirators comprehend
that blood tastes bitter &
genitalia salty,
Both birds of dreams are so cute,
& promise to keep towards emptiness,
Misty-Life covered from the knee age
A clumsy note glints absurd life
Touching the Holy flame
to escape onerous bonds,
and your mind,
not fair voluptuous skin,
for the purified Soul,
Last maple leaf fall
dreams,
Yellow words burn
in an allure harvesting ground,
Silently,
As seasons campfire,
"Someone secretly cries,
Someone became the cause of cries others and hides,"
.....
Like a commercial break
Unrequited love changes seasons,
Wherever you write the word 'decay,'
there is decay,
Loss,
only from the bottom of the heart onward drowning until rest,
Where the path is slippery
Boards hang or remain in "accident-prone areas"
don't hang
walking
slowly,
Recovery van out of station,
No matter how expensive the shoes are
underfoot,
No matter how sweet love is
Stains are there,
The beginning of her failure was weakness,
Nurturing inferior love in the mind,
It increased the foot rotation and speed of her Earth,
Temptation,
Life-rose hugs every blind moment!!
#Aeon Night never back
Hungry night returned very few,
While age crossed the red light area,
Vagabond fuckers wander here and there
Maid goes to bed un-braided,
Nude night with a happy sleeping moon,
Turns into honey droplets
oozing night,
Hungry became more hungry,
....
A neighbor,
ghost-scientist,
Quaint activities,
Once he fell into the hands of a ghost last new moon,
naked ghosts want clothes, they feel shame in front of people.
A unique experience
So, they are invisible and take care of children on Halloween night
A dead body under a white shroud
We see relatives with heavy hearts,
A storyteller sees a green plot, upon which the multistory will be built
having millions of windows &
When forgetting the spelling of craving,
But with resonant attention
I am posing with the lexicon open,
Eyes of light were sealed,
& figure turns into portrait,
Where fear is lost in fear
Good of Evil
Heaven is not sold yet
So hope is hopeful,
Thought still poses
on the balcony of the trick,
In speechless agony
the soul is clinging
wild with you
like a vine,
life drifts its rhythm
life goes, let it go upward
the smile of death once glows
as let the poisonous uprooting on the tree
with holy flowers,
.....
If crying is the cause of agony,
And a smile can be an antibiotic,
What love
Helps to prolong life
As a hymn?
.....
Unshattered friendship,
Deserted hot sand,
Abode without a resident,
Dark moments,
Deleting redundancy,
The horizon edges
Of the saga hitherto
.....
Some picture canvases
remain unchanged,
As if a siren of a quintessential feeling sounds
The wings of dreams grow
in the dark
Lively, though,
season by season.
.....
Mountain of sincerity,
charming hill festival held on,
with marine animals and seagulls,
good of evil,
a self-critical spirit will be sought for the tangerine sun.
.....
Sky engulfing castles
aren't monuments, hitherto
in love palace even hut,
If I could be a foundation pillar or bamboos' lintel,
Not primal diamond jewel,
Willing to hang
in-home embrace of the #soul
.....
The image of opaque life is candid
A mingle of darkness &
saffron dim light,
are awakened,
layer by layer
Let the wind mimicry slow down
Let's tear off all ties and fatigued knots,
all soothing wounds,
....
River of holy fire
We drew in silence,
With one brush stroke
#Paradise birds never fly
.....
#Forefinger is used by wise
and scoundrels,
Others think
mere a finger
.....
Traditional life
A mere donation of dice
....
Heartless fingers playing
the lost waves' melody,
enchanted ex-pats,
....
a loving #lexicon will disclose
desires of mind glimpse
life is an empty vessel
onwards demise
yet it keeps the sense
of ethereal footage
and stares at a celestial light.
....
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