1. New Verses
From the early dawn
Flights go unmeasured.
Leaving the nests
New feathers learn to stretch
And finally trust the skies.
Nothing is trivial in the wide
Field of contemplation.
Every baby idea
Grow like the glowing garden.
A belief in gardening
Is like letting the verses
To be flowered.
Water your subjectivity
To reach
The global pinnacle.
New life trusts the sky,
New whistling songs
Speak like verses.
A bird is a poet,
The realm of the nest,
The test of the feathers,
The gardening of childhood
Is like the poetic paradise.
2. Dutiful Aura
I am always writing;
Yet the world keeps falling.
The falling world
Is awe-inspiring.
My ideas worship a poetic muse.
My pleasure dome is of
A poetic housing.
I create objects, name them
And my imagination lands
Like hope.
Peace is in silence
But here the silence mocks.
The daybreak is eye-opening.
Closing the dreadful aura
The aroma of sunlight kisses
The blowing winds.
Dreams take shape
Like the pottery making hands
That touch the soil.
In spontaneity
The blooming flower
Allows the wind caress it.
3. Freely flowing
The gestures of time
Try to freeze.
You need a wafting soul
And your muse can walk on water.
Life is a living poetry.
Poetry is destined to flow
Make it the spirit of your elixir.
The upheavals of time
Cannot remain mute.
I saw a goddess go,
She counted not the steps
She left behind.
The delight of an equal share
Philosophizes where the value lies.
Freely flowing is the wind,
The desire in my words and
The longing to excel.
What keeps you alive?
Passion isn't costly to buy.
Another human soul
In a soul living together with you,
Can make life heaven
From a fading hell
If you keep flowing like poetry.
4. A Flowing Temptation
I need to keep flowing.
It gets hard when words
Don't get heard.
The temptations in me
Are a winning trophy;
They wait to get lifted.
My solitude is costly.
I am a light bearing constellation
I need to be observed closely
And there is a pattern in me.
It takes a passionate heart
To see an art that is
Boiling in me.
The cool shades of
The evening empire
Is my only realm
To contemplate
In songful recollection.
Like honey-dew my
Nectar of delight
Is a passionate kingdom
Of service.
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