Phases

Part of life comes, and other part goes...

With stars in the sky of ever losing blackness

And dews on grass, as I, the grasshopper, waits long to follow

With moon shining still with radiating feel, and white aglow

New for me as it brings luck like never before

Into seeing your flat belly under the topless mystery

Not seen clear, as there is no light…only assumption, though

Fear in sleep!! I know it is a myth in unconscious no-move

I know it deepens the lust to know more

It’s everything about different time or, maybe, the juncture

Are you listening? It’s phase that builds the nest with sepia flow

Finally, time’s gone with a welcoming note to invite anew

Another day with Sunshine and burning flame for world to become excited

For us to see the road distant,

Making our life bestow the phases that create this unending paradox…

In paper  and poem

 

Worry no more!

This is what life is made of

Off different phases

We explore…