the Game ..

played ...

The Birth ...

poet

butterfly ...

mother ..

somewhere ...

yet

am the saint ...

empty breath

how we are

am the flower

I was described in words

And I felt them the most

 

I was born to bloom

And they pluck me

And I felt them the most

 

I rejuvenated the past

To enthrall the pain

I was free again but too frail

 

I drenched myself to change the view

To survive the apathy till empathy

 

I grew within me

To help you grow within you

 

Now I am called lavender and lily

Now I am called passion and fragrance

 

 

The time has come

And you have understood

You are the human

And am the path to human

 

For you to survive

I come in colors

Different in shape

And always in smile

You enjoy my fragrance

And understand your essence

 

Am the flower

Am the flower… of your life

 

Do not pluck me …

Or ….I will tease you …

And you will dream me …

 

© bhargav

September 15, 2015

14.13 pm

wishes

Symphony

I button myself to unbutton

As the day passes it brings the skin out of my heart
Though I try every morning to surpass the liquid
By the glooming moon I again collect it in the same retreat

Reasoning the possession with the obsession

The exaggeration relents me with the fact of fathoms
 

No wonder I try my best to conclude the day

The evening once again begins the crave with the falling stars

I admired the naked words whispering I LOVE YOU

Now I adore the covered phrases

I search for the lost

In between the lines
And I draw thy sketch without the lights

The darkness has surrounded the dark

To take away the breathe from bark

But I know

I will still wake up
To collect the harp
And will tune
The symphony of our heart

 © bhargav

September 10, 2015
15.35 pm