THE DUMB DREAMA Poem by Rishabh Shawits an account of a lady whom i adored 4 a vry long tym until she finally filled in my dreams n made me fall 4 her,as myrationalehead nver accepted tis cupid style so it backfired his sigh as by-''All I feel now is I’m
diluted in my own nightmares Finding for feelings.. Catching emotions
coughing in my breathless heaves.. All I have now is a cold
heart living in a lost memory Remembering you All through his dumb
dreams All I can see now is a
girl in brown plaits Beholding my innocence
weep Years are gone in
memories of her and I am now torn in like
useless sheets every second I feel her
is just like years in my day dreams all I can hope now is
a day spent in lovely chatting with thee…" so here is my dumb dream
The dumb dream
All it was just a pink hue, Dabbling my instincts with feary dues. in Wait for the wink of her beautiful eyes, i vision your aura speaking with me in some strange might. Dressed in black or in bold blue you seemed like a princess
of some tzar reigning in northern ques. Lips hold a spellbinding gloss, without a word murders my unholy sins at gross I feel redeemed by your angled look when thoughts remind me of the day I made mistake by showering frustrations via a bad
rebuke All I can say now is that, i can heave in bold, when it will see that facial expression motioning live, in front of this retinal dew.
All it was just a pink hue, dabbling my instincts with feary dues. For the eyes who have seen enough of beauty Can’t lie or express how she looks A wry across her cheeks And mind was done, all day in some peaceful feud
Some locks I shall never define Twisted inside like tornadoes of silk fine Flowing away Across thy facial grin who hold that sleek splendid With your tender finger tips Flowing away across her smile The oceanic blue parted with seaweed green hue With patterns curled in as if die herself had felt shy Coz of your 'cuddle to death' smile
her pointed nose vivified and too bold Makes even … attempts swerve that they pause to think whether they should concoct my story to her or sing my
confessions alone
all alone from the dark I saw her smile, thou beauty hold such a charm that even the snow shys, the snow shys.
Done with my countless poetry I cant even try to cease my feelings my Verse. All I can describe…is u my poetic ecstasy …. Filling
the voids all through my broken rhyme.
Trying to blend with your charm To show that this grace is not marred as it has been
criticized so far.
i found you girl flowing in azure Killing me just by the sense of your unspoken artistic lure…
All alone from the dark I want to see you smile of the
beauty that hold such a charm that even The snow shy’s ,the snow shy’s.
Not demanding the apostrophe of my rhyme but writing in hope
of some cold response I do will be happy if you comment on my sapless poetic lines Burdened With the dues of my apology which I cant
confess in front of you ever anytime Pls spoil my unholy rhymes in some act of yours accused of
being divine
Flattery was an art shown by this Machiavellian art vile But thou have lifted this soul to admiration , to make adore u without any pause or sigh
Feelings flow spontaneously whenever I see you smile, smile Thou shall cease yours or I shall crease more of my poetic
insights.
In the domain of your beauty My admiration falls apart In the charm of your holy mutiny My unholy acts depart. terrorized through my witty edges i think i'm fine.. cuddling my strongest essay which i devoted thy i still am confused how u gave me so much to remember for this blunt mind... i wish i could have smiled instead of my every sarcastic cry i wish i could have smiled.
For the journey I wish not to concoct I feel your presence without your touch or comfort.
All I wanted to have was a cold response Either honeyed or a rough knock.
Just like the confessions my letters spoil Wrote in memory of you I chant my rhyme less choir.
Killing the memories of you from my cranial winds you still baffle the nerves of my sub conscious mind. Thou ruling the life of a being whose thoughts quarantined, I'm still struggling to help my mind to decide either to
either wait or vandalize this dreamy sight.
All I wanted to have was a cold response Talking to my arguments… a supposed converse Filling my fantasy for free falls I regret why I had u as my lucky swan
All it was just a pink hue
Struggling with my emotions now I even Cant define how you became the feud of my mind.
For the truth to be pasted upon i tried ripping all my past
lines, Octoberian days and u where gone without a single cast of
your shadow on this torn spine. Just a blur sight of some brown plaits And eyes had lost u without having u even face 2 face Huh…. u always look perplexed by my letters I simply say sorry, to stab your heart with such cold
starts But trust me , I mean nothing from you Nor even a simple expression in your art All I just wrote this and them was because of some boasting Called poetic romance a zeal or an apology stunt as
instance.
Speech’s insanity barring my boldness I do regret for I couldn't made it direct ever angel-heart. But trust me and my poetry as they are not that level dumbed down to hold at-least a ground of applause from you sweetheart.. As regards of expressing my feelings on this piece I do not need the boldness like standing in front of you my
lunar I tell you ….heart sways from its position when it visions
you all through the cloudy fogs in frozen jar(earths atmos)
With no feelings in this numbing head I do feel a cold air Skiing on the ice of love liking and lust You tore me down through the frozen crust Sinking through the frozen reality I tried swimming through the colds n odds But something went terribly wrong Abstractness started scaling on me And I was drove back to the depths like a sunken dugong Realizing the depth of this queer notioned dive I traveled back up through the trenches somehow to some unfathomable height
(soft music) And I did found you singing the alliteration of my wonderful
lines. Seemingly synchronizing the symphony of my life , I give you all my admiration adoration and
appreciation my valentine.
I don’t know the grave to my emotions But I do want them to be buried in your heart So wantonly writing this piece I say sorry if you ever feel
little pricked in your thump thump sweetheart.
I let you know this youth is obliged by your grace, To initiate his dream from u If I do wanna anything ever I’ll just wish a free chanting of this from u.
Driving sane from insane , I see you as my ethereal dream fetcher-er. Deterring my dark side as a moon shining in a cold
desert.
All I wanted to do was a confess Whenever I saw those lips joined to make that rapture smile Sketching out the words , I do want you to figure my rhymes Just like the luck you buzzed from your side.
Struck by ur grace and being accused of ur charm I do feel mocked by my ideas for creating such a
hypothetical fantasy farm. Liable to be defied by your mockery I still feel this as a useful way to express my darn.
Killed by the inability to express I felt struck for years As I couldn't wish this to you ever to concoct….dear
But you the filler of my lifeless void Soaking colors which I saw you bearing in your mystique
eyes Into the heart of this love sick spine, I found you Insisting inspiring crucifying and amplifying the impulse of
the thoughtful terminals of my excruciating mind.
Summing up all my literal thrust I tell you I mean nothing like something to flatter you Hazy illusions are not my art and all this admiration that my heart involves is just to
make this crammed up feeling depart. All I want to confess is that, Lies are paralyzed against your aura Truth inevitably honey my tongue And fuzz everything out of me ADORA.
All this verse was just for some memories in past For killing my agonies whenever I felt lonely and harsh.
© 2013 Rishabh ShawAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRishabh Shawpondicherry, karaikal, IndiaAboutwell i'm calm decent guy,who likes to live in every huE of life.... in short "SeVen Days seven Casts of a guy'.. :) more..Writing
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