We once made love

Don't make pouting face,
Baby, I don't love you!
Not your fault,
unbridled sensuality,
killer eyes,
wreathing a sword in my heart,
the complete woman,
I am but a nomad,
cannot be confined to one place,
conquering hearts,
set us free,
unfettered by bonding,
unhold me,
unclip the wings,
forget we once made love,
our soul knows the truth,
indoctrinated by wild theories of ever afters,
quench the fire,
yearning for flesh
bake a new story.

Cherry blossoms and mystic season

Cherry blossoms,

seeping in the mystic season,

aura of colorful hues,

branches stripped,

of bland emotions,

smile jutted out of the bud,

fresh morning dew,

flapped wings,

birds swaying to the tune,

picking grains,

in quest of freedom,

dancing flowers,

kissing visitors on the beak,

of the wind’s chime,

untold stories,

nestled in the dense foliage,

undisturbed by human chaos.

Clipped wings

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Clipped wings,

Caged pigeons,

desire to soar in the sky,

a quest for happiness,

borderless language,

of love and friendship,

to reach heightened destination,

admiring the city’s skyscrapers,

nestled and bundled under the roof,

gaping at the seas and sky,

crazy city life,

a populace constantly on the move,

flying may just be a dream for the fluttered wings,

white,

yellow and

black pigeons,

only one emotion,

an empathic heart,

a quest for freedom enjoyed by humans,

bizarre men and women,

imprisoned in their thoughts,

come and free us,

they implored,

we belong to the skies and stars,

free your mind

Love

Vishal