Tears drop down my cheeks...
Silencing the psyche of a dogma inks a new beginning.
Crayons of love can draw a zone of bliss.
I use them to colour the blank sheets of my day.
Bound to be boundless in the blues.
Gripping the tales of the past,
I drink the essence of eternity...
I have not been a man of enigmas.
She grasps my destiny for ever.
My profoundness minds the mindless communion of hearts and minds.
Sky litters its rainbow across her horizon.
I zeroed myself out of the clasps of tradition.
'Love thyself,' echoes my heart.
How will I get to her zone of love?
(Copy right: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, December 07,2019)
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