Scribbling..

Tip Tap Toe
forgetting all woe
my face aglow.

Too muchly much
a tight
gripping clutch
of fears as such.

Mini Many More
moments galore
warm at the core
a part of my lore.

Shiest Shivering Shine
of love so divine
smelling of yummiest wine
His, mine & thine.

The Uninitiated

Olden

Dry

Patched

Frail

Full

Tight

Rigid

Cracked

Soppy

Closed..

Finished.

Abysmal Music

I bounce back

after every thought

every second that's packed

with an urge

to perturb

the silent strings of my music

Strumming what's music to the other,

I lose myself

in an abyss

where my melody echoes far from me

At a distance

where i can see

not even the horizon

no sign of existence.