Lost to A 17 year Old.

Sometime we meet some people in
life who stay with us may be for a
very little time but they change our life
completely. Their effect cannot be reversed.
I am so grateful to such people. You all are
like angels born for humanity.

Like a futile fellow I again sat on the machines,
& thousands of imitates I again projected,
How does it feels to be vacant through beliefs?
I stink, laughing with my pungent smell,
so rudderless on my shortcut to hell.

I miss my conception on sunshine,
A living room full of dead rotten roots,
Sweetener couldn't be coffee anymore,
deplorable yet trying to explore innovation,
Who am I kidding? I ask in salvation.

If I could inculpate evil out of my condone,
may be songs of disgrace would be sung,
felling so tangible to sands of nihility & inutility,
An erudite with all good virtues of the "beningnent"
Waste! Birds of Gravitas chirped with innocence.

Impuissant I took over my affliction with a yawn,
Like a barbarian king I was on the roll,
magicifying my keyboard with the Evanesco,
Avada ke Davra! Stupefied I could not think,
Enlightenment all over & A ship to sink.

There she was, 17 year old sensation of delight,
In gardens of phoenix "An Ash of vivification",
Paroles of this heaven sent identity so beauteous,
like thousand tulips as a waterfall of youth,
like song & dance together on flute.

I agreed to this twilight act of merriment,
unrehearsed I walked on the white path of sinlessness,
cultivating crops of spirituality on my abandoned heart,
Gently she touched my face with three stones in her hand,
Like a princess she giggled & aired her silky wand.

The fat frog inside me was blessed & loved,
he winked at me & jumped on stultifying swords,
I stood there as a tree in gratitude & tears,
I kissed her feet with all my pitch & warmth,
& "on the wings" she whispered me "You are a wizard".

Note: I'll never forget you "You know who" :P

7 Days Before I Met You.

An attempt by me to elaborate,
 how We should feel about Love.
It is the most beautiful feeling in this world.
In fact, for me it is my world.

Walking through a garden I could see them,

It was like some fairy bought them wings,

Wings someone would give to his girl today,

I smiled, Just to think he really did visit,

I was true. It is everywhere life exists.

One said it is a week of romance,

I saw it as seven days of realization,

Where Red was the loveliest color today,

Apart from every inhuman act it belonged to,

I saw it as a river of dreams to get me through.

My scared heart wanted me to sit & sob,

I was accompanied by critics of my fate,

I never had smiled truly in six years,

My complains were getting old & blind,

Motions now wanted to follow this turbine.

Asking myself questions never answered,

Why is spring scheduled at this time of the year?

Why these pigeons fly without any fear?

Why my grumpiest neighbor smiled at me today?

Is this the difference? I wanted myself to say.

I closed my eyes unaware of the happening,

Waves moving through me when I was touched,

Touch only I could feel in a million like me,

standing still letting me feel the innuendoes,

A charismatic cadence of a delicate rose.

Happy Rose Day Love :)