A gift which muscles itself into the heart
A wrapper which covers my inner self as a shield
A rose which lets itâs fragrance strewn apart
A visual which quivers my nerves in every emotion tore in the Warfield
A passion which lets me into wilderness
A love which takes me with its wild wind
A wink that flews me into the perching skies
A lounge that caresses me into its purple bind
Aware many times
I stare at this wholesome twitch
People say it is a boonâ¦.does it really mean so rich?
Words are just my play toys
but, is it not an agony that I canât play with them when I wish?
I need a feelingâ¦a deadly emotionâ¦and a mixture of all alloysâ¦
To turn me inside out of all my anguish!
A tune with melancholy of words
A song switch on and off
A God who lifts me up of my chords
A dream come true every time it gets delivered shore off
A true compassion
Absolute oblivion â¦.
After every composition
- Vijayabhanu Kote