Transpire to the gate
of prior remembrance ,
in the tranquil voice
of prolinged breeze.
Descent to fondle the
pinkies of the needle ,
that luna the estuary ,
the rends obscurity ,
time drops to the mite ,
of dew in that sunrise .
Petals of frangipani
unfold at your fondle .
Buds fall , sleet falls
shade of your eyelids .
Forge in the sun , mazed
evening , at noon , at end ;
the stars caper , where
the cael in a far space .
Time plunged in a game
of ruination or forge .
Be bourgeoned , you are
the conscience of the
obsessive vine throns ,
fascinated with bees .
Wake up where the path
has eluded it's speech ,
path forgot it's claim ,
manifested mashroom.
The night of the stars
has learned the songs
of infallible breakage ,
lure the truth , savage .
To be dry in pain alike
inert leaf with grime .
Troth have faded away
gunk , era of fluttery .
In the month of june on
wet dark my animation .
Sang hus antique tune ; --------
the gentle staircase .
In your trasted steps
in my arid heart of it's ;
levin blue lightning
the puffs are coiling .
Sing your perpetual
ditty in the classical
ambience of this damp
night of intense ship .
Smouldering blazing memory
so that passed away .
In obsession of petty
bliss over the stormy
stunned sky radiance
our past remembrance .
Paves the way to novel ,
that fantasy that will
ne'er came to the shore
of any illusory fable .

© Dhruva