People ask , Who is your love? I tell them, He is someone whom I don’t know, He is someone who lives beyond the earth, He is someone who entangle my heart, He is a dream from my comic world. And that’s enough for the Enquiry of my long lasting love.
She lying beside me, I thought its Mirror, Confusing eye, raising left and right arm , She followed me ,
I startled and felt happy, Now I the king and she my servant , We both look alike ,morphological characteristics are similar,
Every time I called out her unwillingly name, She appeared fast and furiously, Soon ,she ignored
The real me becomes the recessive one and she the dominating one, Now time reverse she the king, I the servant,
But I am happy my real identity stays alive, But my real identity stays alive, She hates when everyone calls her clone, She anguishly stab my back, I stepped to heaven, She enjoy priceless happiness on the behalf the real me: -)
Clam moonlight stays, Million stars makes the constellations alive, Rose bloom again,🌹 In thousand sage of emergence Ray’s, Oh my hesitated fearful mind , Rose bloom again. HOLY PIKITAS ENLIGHTENED EVERY MESMERIZING WARM DESIRE, Clam soul immensely rises from the eastward of the charming coal. Rose bloom again.🌹
Striking out in the hidden world of the engrave sculpture of the “MOTHER GODDESS “ ROSE BLOOM AGAIN IN THE DUSK OF SHADYSIDE LONG WAY TUNNEL OF THE ROSEWOOD BRIDGE.
Often times she appeared in the alleys of different pathways , golden pebble on her ornament crafted her visual physique, A shoby eyes narrated her fames on my dimwit side, Totally frantic I, Walked on marshy soil, a blunder laugh strikes from back, I obviously turned back, She the richest clan of love. Amuse inch of Romeo honesty play, I started define my poetry sets, Rhyming schemes were mixed and match. A single Romeo statistically melted everyone heart with gigantic charming eyes.
A hypothetical question circulated different clans of earth, who will be the groom of the girl? No answer from my side only” the hero” my heart attention the climax scene of goody era , Is this lunatic feeling is love? Is this lunatic feeling is love?
I the scavenger, NOW acts like a picture plant, no butterflies, no insects only little kind of thirsty love,
I kiss her at her rainbow clan of rains where my sun rays fallen the corners of the gate, Here the summary of my last lesson influence the patron of the love❤💞.
Black smoke of guilt spreads hot news of frustration, Taunts of temptation dope inner chambers of royal eyes, Intoxicated milieu years of era . Abuses urge to full stop, Damaging neurons inside head, Stairs stains black dome futile to the pathways of gains. Intoxicated assumptions brutally assaulted unpacked price tags, Suppressed pride of Moons and burn alive in seaside, Small sprit invisible from justice site, Intoxicated norms decides to perform and serves as slaves . Sac of burden setting off the sparrow stepping into the new modern world. Intoxicated smoke breaks the chains .
SUMMER SWINGS IN THE ALOOFNESS OF LIFE, LOTUS OUTBURST DIVINE BEAUTY THROUGH THE TRILLIONS NAKED EYES, AMORES OF HEAT STRIKING OUT FROM THE MISCHIEVOUS BLUE LAND, TOP TO BOTTOM LANES OF STARS TWINKLING AND NAVIGATING HEARTS OF PLUNDERS.