The poet in ME

In search of that poet
that night i met
The way i had dreamt
outstretched hands so tempt
illusive thoughts i meant..

Little do i know
why my words are sad now
like a lost sheep to bow
they haunt till i feel low
thats my life still.. anyhow

Memories tricked my heart
i came out being smart
words are now life's part
as if the girls from mart
This poet have eluded dark

I wont write any more dark poems.. somehow.. i have stopped doin so..
wish me

On the HILL TOP

Clouds are flying atop

like froth on the soap

Gushing winds feels like in freezer

the leaves falling down like dagger

Soothing environs full of mountains

trees covering them as if like curtains

Amidst all the chill in the breath

the beauty is taking away all wrath

Ever heard the soaring clouds

its like roar of the big hounds

Silence here is the lyrics of love

wind speaks the lines of dove

The all above gloomy night sky

near as if u could touch by an eye

Feel the heavens from a high

seemingly the end draws nigh

There the morning sun gets out

light and fog cause a big bout

Time to get out of the cosy cot

and enjoy the coffee served hot