Loveless love
Come the roar-
Roar you gear up the clouds.
The envelope of clouds white-
Or the clouds of autumn shots-
You the tricky lover-
View the sky you never lie-
I believe your story-
Emotive colors of blessed fades-
The deaden step up of high rays.
Love; what a word!
AROMA 2016
Love; what a sense!
Love the leaf of your love-
You will get the tremendous stock of belief-
How terrifying…
How obnoxious…
How pitiful the lying dots of nameless letter!
You want more-
More you face up.
How much love can make a sense?
How much passion a jot can unlace?
Emotion is wet drawers-
Emotion is colorless actually-
You cry…you shy…
Emotion there…emotion rare?
Not never.
Not ever the drunken look-
AROMA 2016
The humpy book-
Our mind is a book-
We write every moment carefully-
Sometimes carelessly.
Very tough it is to stop the flow of mind.
None can stop the flow-
If anyone can stop it-
It will be the fake sense.
In the history of gazing the field-
The green field of innocent mind we have-
Mind is a jar.
Put a flower there-
The flower of autumn-
The hazy white unbound free.
Catch a flaw-
You will be in the mirror of your own mind.
AROMA 2016
Stress you fire-
Love the scene your own world-
Your world is a crimson colored autumn-
If you want it to be.
The woody love you spare you share-
The mind-blowing flute-
And the flute of cryptic conversation-
Realize you realize.
Why not direct I question the flute-
I have lost into the wide ocean of fair jingle.