Another bird sings today
in the forest of your love
Today an unknown man rows
the boat of your love.

Today you are drawing
someone's new dreams
and another sun rises
in your morning.

I hear someone else's song
in your voice of pride
Does it give you pleasure
to not think of me inside?

Maybe you've written lately
someone else's life story
Even you've given another poet
all of your love poetry.

Yes, I feel so relieved today
to see your happy smile
I don't get hurt anymore
to think of your memories.

You're having a good time
Keep it up, sweetheart
I have nothing to ask you
I will always be alright.

Only one loving glance of you
gives my heart joy like an ocean.
I have seen other beautiful ladies
and lovely women
But as for me, you're the best one
and I still see your smile in my dreams.

Babe, your lovely black eyes
melt into shyness.
I feel so pleased
with philophobia
when you get down in the water.
Yeah, you're still walking in my dreams.

Your eyes are full of languages
of my little heart.
The moon that fills the sky
The flower that smells to attract love
Maybe they follow your shadow.
Love, I ask you to stay in my dream always.

If I see it
then it is

If I hear it
then it is

If I taste it
then it is

If I read it
then it's
a different
story

My poem is written and sent,
For you to digest,
My words land on your hands and lips,
Some grip your hearts,
Others forgotten,
Trodden, not a single glance,
But, I continue to write,
For I am a poet.
23/7/2020

I can call myself crazy
When the thirst for life
Makes me feel dizzy!

There's left no any feeling in the Neighbour park
As my heart is chafed enough to throw Spark
My heart is neither elastic nor fantastic
But for now I desire
If only I were in Atlantic!

I can't get stuck with you here

I am moving on

I have to explore many dimensions

and galaxies.

Don't try to change your smile

There is no Leonardo Da Vinci

to capture it in his painting!

Live as you are without fuss!

What business a house fly has in a

HardWare store?

Don't go to a place where your

presence is frowned upon.

My poetry looks dull
They need a fresh lick of Paint
Paint it with love