1
When the words become garbage,
While the meanings transfer to greed for meaningfulness;
And if, hardly in case, the meanings of poetry have undergone an almost extinct position,
Then you will definitely be the mainstream of my poetry!
Although the words seldom lap
With low sound by the shore of narrowness,
By looking at your misty chuckle\'s view,
I would like to write poetry into a panoramic envision of creativity!
Nowadays, my mind is totally absorbed in poetry,
Antique fatigue laughing or crying,
Everywhere my mind is diving for the venture of color\'s ocean.
And that is why probably sometimes I cry and often laugh.
Now you are absolutely becoming the omnipresent sense to the absence of a nonsense mind!
2
It is actually really sweet
When you stay up late to talk to me.
You have a lovely way with words,
You really do... This is very lovely... \"Aai yo Bacha!\" instead of a null and void scenario.
There is never such a thing as being too imaginative. LOL, imaginative is great!
Your body language is stunningly beautiful,
Your smile takes me to the moon and back.
You are the spirit of an omnipotent soul,
So, fortunately, I hope you will come soon without fail.
Through the essence of poetry,
You will make me happy
And wipe out the grief of a hectic schedule.
Might be on the threshold of a new world,
Accepting the grandeur of variegated colors,
I have lost myself, removing the gesture of black and white!
3
On a journey to life,
So far, I\'m carrying a little circulation of eager expectations.
Some stirred howling feelings of my rolling mind always tell me,
\"Write down a unique poem to the universe.\"
Why, living within the barrier of limited prosperity,
Does such a strike strike in the midst of my heart?
Why do irresistible electric words circulate themselves at any length?
Why, to a large extent, looking at you with high resilience,
Am I reanimated and destined to write down a poem at once,
Although the words seem to be useless,
Or the meanings to be unclad very soon!
Note: \'Aai Yo Bacha\' means Oh\' My Dear