Oprah on swing sounding so mild
Winters blow night so long
And silence turning wild
Quill down the thought of might
Each line uncluttered creativity
Veins cold ,no sensitivity
Just couple of days i may lay
The last supper for my love
Emptiness or lonely a long fray
Dying for a glimpse
First touch first kiss
Years not a single miss ??
Each glimpse felt like ages
Turned down the great love sages

Coincidences are yet to conceive
Stuck in cages no one to deceive
A dusk of rave chilled abase
Love is journey not a race
Yell out in rain Unseen droplets
With thunder burst my heart
My heart still an couplets
With age blurred images 
Pacifism with memories
but Scared of realties  
Ohh, hail heaven beloved
Betrayal wind well served 

Skin wrinkled eyes dark
Empty mind soft heart
Yesterdays gentlemen clearly stark
Trying-Trying I am human
Cant you see I am dying ?!
Controlling sentiments on poker face
With poetry Will leave our trace
With trembling death, i write
Despair of my soul
The void in my heart
Trying to complete me whole

Letting stars follow my broken soul
Sharing my tales during darkest bowl
To change the wind again
And Bring back the moment we began