I've debossed my t(y)ears in the restless pages of my diaries, chewing few parables and hyponyms with frozen forsythias and my stomach is burning with the mishanter caused by polygons of melancholia piercing so deeply my spine and wall of my throat hath gulped thy scent signalling thy arrival in the backyard of my home ~The home same as yours
Thou shalt not know but I was waiting for you every silent night when my quill smelted into the verses I tapestried on the autumnal skies but my metaphors broke down and in a second I was necklaced with them
Three Two One
Inferno it was, torrefying my bones as I fleetingly smouldered into two syllables giving life to you
A poet .
Talking to the one who only can understand my yackety-yak thoughts –a #poet .
Khuli kitaab hum khud ko na padh sake Aj bhi wahi khade age na badh sake Tu Mera Nasha ,fitoor Tera sir chade Na dil ki galiyo mai ate hum Ped ke Patto ki tarah jhadh pade Dur hoke Mila kya Naa jee pai tum na hum mar sake Na mili poori khushi na hi poore dard rahe