oblivion after every composition

A gift which muscles itself into the heart

A wrapper which covers my inner self as a shield
A rose which lets it’s 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

Unaware sometimes
Aware many times
I stare at this wholesome twitch
People say it is a boon….does it really mean so rich?

Words are just my play toys
but, is it not an agony that I can’t play with them when I wish?
I need a feeling…a deadly emotion…and a mixture of all alloys…
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

My poetry……….
A true compassion

Absolute oblivion ….
After every composition

- Vijayabhanu Kote

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