the time of the year when-

a Christmas breeze 'gainst

the green green tides

J'dore the sun

that Santa did bring.

With a sleighful of joy,

and outburst of

Laughters and Love,

Snowballs and Scarfs,

Wishes and Wonders

of Jingling-jing bells.

March along

with reindeers and elves.

Cheers to the Merriment

and paint the town Red

- in transition

A splurge of heat rushed up
to the middle of the heart
A warm stream of water
gushed out.
Hard thumps beat against
the empty head.
Looked up
to avoid the overflow
of screams and shouts
and bit the lips

to distract the stale air.

Take me away to outer space

A ride to insanity.
Breath in my innocence
As i paused .
in the middle of the air

Begged the red lips

to stay

and set fire

to burn bright-

big and fierce.

Come Close n' feel it

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Strawberries, drums, honey and trees.

                                                                Choco milk, dive into the pool and sleep,

Dreams, look into the dark air and a green light blinks.

                                                                Sing into the night, soft kisses and a gentle smile.

Eagle tattoo, exotic skin 'gainst the full moon.

                                                                Red lips, pink roses and a glass of wine.

                What do you say.                             Put your hands up high -                               and give a knod .

To Fall:

Fall -

Tumbled down

to soften streets,

individuals,

and the moving air.

The flaming circle

died down.

The gust caved in,

as leaves circled

And cuddled all in one.

Olive, mustard

and maroon.

Khaki, taupe, grey

and pale blue -

Fluttered up the autumn snooze,

waiting for the winter doze.



Intense

Losing my mind,

A pain penetrated

Through the muscles

Of my heartbeat

The sun 

Applied temperature-

And made water 

Stream down

Where is the air

To breathe?

Where is the alcohol

To kill the agony?

I see grey shade

from above.

It gave me breeze

That gave me burden.

The paper flipped

And the lights shone on.

The hands spun

In ample rounds

Light and nights,

And fights

I die

In swelling sights.

I withdrew and take 'scape 

Doc.

Release, the Dark 

in me.

Before My Eyes

It's a beauty

So delicately arranged

Is it the work of humans

Or a gift from the gods?

It's a pattern

So uniquely defined

Is it arranged on purpose

Or a random splash?

Tell me,

If you do exist.

Show me

your miracle hands.

A big gasp,

I take.

-beyond

Meine Verständnis.



Cotton candy sky

The Peach erases the frowns
The Orange wipes off the sweat

The Lemon removes the load

A blue breeze sings to the eyes-

And sweet waves to the aching arms

to sterilize the brain

Take a dip

and drown in lime syrup

- a scent that wakes the soul

A treat, a luxury,

an obsession

- and never,                better.

Yet, a Concrete Jungle

A Flaneur landed

                                                On the crossroad of millions

                                                                                In the heart of the pumping blood

With non-stop walks and runs.

                                                A heart so energized

                with expectations so high

                                                Down                   

                                                                she fell

                                                                                to pieces

when

Her spirits drew weak.

                                Tick        tock,      Tick        tock,

                                Mer       ry            go           round.

                                               

                                                Circles after cirles.

                                                                Down she trotted and up she went.

Stamped her footprints

                                                                All o'er the streets,

                Smelled the scent

                                Of grass so sweet.

                                                Out of home,                      she ran,

                                A breeze waved

                It was time to go.

                                                                                To.                          Go.                         Home.

Wake UP!

There's a drill

that jolts me terrible.

Unknown bills

that messed up my table.

Alarms kept sounding

In different lines -

Squeezing

The fatigue minds.

Stepped out of the square

And gazed at the column

Hunted for "Where"?

and it was solemn

The juggler stands

In odd street ends.

With thousands who gazed

At the clueless heads.

Control

We bumped once,

We bumped twice,

Still,

Have you ever asked

For a permission?

You took a bite

And left it brown.

You turned on the lights

And switched them off

Just so you like

Did you let the serpent eat your brain up

In return for a hardened heart?

But I took it nonetheless.

Is that poison or is that gold?

Did you secretly swap us

Without letting me know...

The In-escapable Truth

The melody whirled into me,

As the cold breeze tickles my skin,

A soft smell of saltiness I breathed in,

And there in front, a blurred vision - I sea.

The weariness smashed the dark cloth,

It was Epic.

The two arms spun and crossed the countless sighs,

It was expected.

The lighted cage of shouts unheard,

and yells were drowned complete.

A crave for pause-

a longingness unreturned.

It was a story foretold,

a hole inescapable.

No way to rewind or unwind,

Just an attempt impossible.

?

The figure was blurred

And the sight was blocked.

She tries -

to feel the colours.

But only frowns appeared

and the thorns pricked.

The ants attacked

the weakest link.

A bucket dropped

And out spilt broken tears,

A cry like Forte

that pulled the strings apart.

A lone wolf

howled to the moon,

But the moon stared back -

A blank one that gave no clue.



Handle with Care

Out she plucked her heart,

and aimed it with a dart.

and left her

like an abandoned piece of art.

She stared with hollow eyes,

scared of passer-bys

and out she cries

with ample denies.

She buys a happy face

to live her lonely days.

Companions to guide her ways

but in silence, she remains.

A dim soul walks on

against the colourless dawn.

With warmth so gone

And her body all torn.

She walks on

And beyond...