False Obsession
Ohh, you are not the one....for whom the poet borrowed the words,
Why those glaciers of love melting.... Yes for their deeds, but the poet is still your fame.
How droplets of uncertain rain wetted the psyche.....
Is this the fantasy ???
Even the nature didn't followed Your laws,
I turned, gazed the greeny leaves of winter
Let me know the reason of obsessive love,
I asked the hallucinating shadows, during the blue moon light......
But, the scene left alone, wandering, floating in the drastic sky
Suddenly shout up from couch,
Unable to get rid of, tied from the slumbers chain.......
Is the wind blowing schizoid or the poet ?
Gives the lesson of impermanence.
