Frenzy at the melting moments of love inks a bizzare portrait of a new stream of life.
Lights speak with darkness once again to seek the refuge in our mindspace.
Moon minds the Sun lit dome of stars eschewing the dark crown at times.
Occassionally, fleecy clouds ripen up to gel with the Earth.
Berries of the day dive deep into the world of tasty mouths.
We are free to choose the days before the depths of love longing for the sake of itself in the blushing thrills of buoyancy.
Miniatures are being made for each other while the artist in you sews the blues with the brownie points.
"I am not bound to the screws and nuts of the past, " says the age-old motorbike parked at her home.
Everything has life lost in the mindless love.
Mind blows the furnace of love moist in the realm of tears buried in the clutches of dogma.
Husky voices are pulled up to furnish the voiceless but excruciating pain missed in dripping days of the rain.
(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, November 11,2023)
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