When the day light turns to low
The moon steps slowly to my window
I put my head phone to my ears
And i glance to outside in lonely adore
Hard rocks enhance my vessels flow
Soft music stimulates my creativity to grow
I draw some illusions in the dark
That's how i play with my lark
Moonlight Mr.Lonely,
Gets peace in that only.
I have my dreams, I have my zeal,
To the dear almighty, i appeal..
Make my illusions true in the manner i feel.
My secret Of being innovative,
Resides in the lonely dark
That's why after absorbing all the colors of life,
It is dark with black remark.
I put my head phone to my ears
And i glance to outside in lonely adore
Hard rocks enhance my vessels flow
Soft music stimulates my creativity to grow
I draw some illusions in the dark
That's how i play with my lark
Moonlight Mr.Lonely,
Gets peace in that only.
I have my dreams, I have my zeal,
To the dear almighty, i appeal..
Make my illusions true in the manner i feel.
My secret Of being innovative,
Resides in the lonely dark
That's why after absorbing all the colors of life,
It is dark with black remark.
4 comments:
Sach hi hai
Jisne kabhi andhere na dekhe ho wo ujalo ko kya samjhenge......
kuch isi trah samjh aayi hai mujhe tumhari poem.....
Its really good one........But i guess you are now in the brisk sparkling light of your life so just be there, enjoy, weave memories and write bout that too....Hope, your plans and dreams come true..........The darkness is gone........
Regards
~NeeR~
yr rupal tu such me bahut accha likhti hai........ye poem mere dil ko chu gai
Awesome !!! so still same !!?
Now this poem... this is really good... I hav nt read the previous ones... But this is way better than the ones above it... Good Work.. Keep Going..
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