Some monsoony evenings
Sing love songs so pure
As if they lure me
To reach out
North
South
East
West
Like a breeze
Set in motion
As if unleashed
With the sprite
Of a blue bird on vertico-horizontal flight...
A swerve...
And dip...
A rise...
As if life
Is just a superb glide...
And see?
Can't you dear?
How sans fear
Or mindless cares
me flies,
To catch
The wind
Where meets the ocean...
As if Him
Sleeping...
The most cool
The most blooming state...
As if a place to be
A dream...
Seen oft
Like a drop
From the sky...
Blue
Greenish...
A scape...
Of speed
On wet...
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