Waiting

 DAY 1
Waiting for the boy in white
The first time I held his sight
Red lips, mesmerizing eyes
Shy and shocked
Gestures nice.
Eye looked
The captured sight.
It happened again
Early ride.
And now
The soul craves.
For more.
For further raves.
I wish
You here.

DAY 2
Will he come
Will he not?
I wonder waiting
I look at the bird.
But I feel caught
Rather I want to be.
It's windy.
It feels free.
But will you come
Let's kickstart
A new wind 
A changed heart.

It's been few minutes.
Can't wait.
Shouldn't?
Want to.

Crazy? Insane?
I am.
Is it useless?
Will it be something?
Well, maybe!



DAY 3
Fuck it.

Upon green grass

Arm in arm on the green grass
High up on hills
In southern floss
She had a person beside
After so long
Someone's side
There they had explored
A wooden battered cottage
Inside it was a hay bed
With none to own
But them to sit
And there they decided
To make it their home
Atleast for the moments
They could make it
Their dome.
Hence the place
Filled with life
In lush green beauty
Filled giggles and joys.

Child of Lightening

Born with the power of lightening
Am eternally thunderstruck
Rain and storm are my kins
To the world
I give a fuck

There is chill that runs down my spine
It is playful
All power is my tame
The silver behind clouds
Makes strange maze
Noise enough
To give it a chaotic range
I am eternally thunderstruck
For the beat goes on
In the noisy storm
Am peace right after
And before the norm
A masked cloud
Like eyes in shroud

Sky is mine
So is the wind
Lightening strikes
To make me one
With wind.