Cocktail on blank pages

Bundle of blank papers,

inked with joy, heart break, love, disappointment,and excitement,

Some call it a book,

open diary expressing inner thoughts,

salacious confessions,

chain of words,

an encounter with the world,

expressions,

emotions,

what the papers hold,

a future foretold,

buried past,

one can never know,

it shall be shrouded in mystery,

forever and never,

my reflection,

a cocktail i serve,

sensually hot,

mystical,

pocked with glamour,

hope,

i give tons of them,

a matter of belief,

now make me a sensational writer.

Love

Vishal

 

It's the One

Fluttering branches,

eerie night,

dry branches,

moving an inch closer,

the shadow,

fading night seeping into darkness,

you are watched,

it's no spooky tale,

you thought it's the mystery,

racing inside the mind,

the gentle cloud has a story to tell,

stop and look around, 

steal glances at the stars,

the message,

don't ignore,

it's the one,

you may not live to unravel and retell,

the ghostly tale.