Mooned Night

When the night takes place in the dark, Mooned night covers all my scars. Like puppeteers playing my flagstone path, Fortress of gloom,I will illuminate among the stars. Strangest nights on the pillow of curious dreams, I cloaked the cold & was quiet in the scene. Whispering to the odds, I behold myself with comforting hour. This interlude of time, The one which echoed and danced to my heart, A lone wolf beckons to its solitude path. ~ R.S

Under The Moonlight

Moonlight drifts when the night is quiet,

a time when there is hope in darkness,

painting the world with silver lines.

Sitting on the edge of a star,

looking the luminous of moon from far.

Upbringing the price for fame,

hoping to live the life once again.

Crimson love hard to breathe,

asking us to feel the things.

Shining between the stars,

gives eternity which makes us all.

The lady luck into the light,

kisses our face with songs of life.

Fortunate to be the one among all,

trends to write in words with pride and love. ~R.S

The Road Prevails

To now we are even

justified with hitchhike taken

Now for seen,miles to go

discontent of seasons bow

Not to mention the roads taken
shall find roses,laurel and myrtle

Cheering twice takes enough hate
Its the Nature’s blended notes that wreathes

Heavy thrill of pleasure counts

It is the soul that thorougly mourns ... ~ R.S

Adherence

I believed to have an insight of u,
even you left ur definition so vague...

keeping ur presence in my mind,
i sued to have ur soul intact...

Never believed on what people say..
i believe, u to always stay,

Away from the horizon, which inflakes,
will never let urs shadow fade....

knowing true self has increased fondness for fight,
I dared to luk beyond ur flashing eyes...

I wondered..why, why i was late,
everything now seems to be lament and fake.... R.S

Mysterious Facets

Those reflections were fake,,
a hallucinated mind was about 2 wake..

the days gloomed,,
and the soul merged with endless pain..

the moments never lied,,
it was hope which then survived..

the glittering roses,,
kept our soul intact..

the end was not this,,
as a devoted heart was about to rise..R.S

Odious Walking

People are literate,
but not trustworthy..

Stemming with hearts of Controversies,
is all illusive and blotted..

isn't good to see
the closest inspection of nature?

as even in the darkness,,
our impeccable soul hoards its kindness..

compelling the transaction of humans,,
is of much dominance than believing...

like a holy chase is always preferable
than worthy cogitations....

The angels are riding solo,,
to know what we are who we are...

shots from miles away..
are the only exceptions when we raise our will..

lets not burn in the sky..
rather stay devoted with strong promises and with reasons to be here....R.S

The Line

Playing people,playing with smiles
I know its you with a fake smile..

as one swallow does not make the spring
its now hard to believe from an optimists wing

the greatest good of those days
and the embellishment sparks of coming ways
are the happiest autumn fields of memories....R.S