Dreaming the bubbles in blues

Dreaming the bubbles in blues

There are sailors sailing beyond the shores of love;

The bearded poet sees the blushing lulls of his imagination to bully my logic.

He is a creative person who hoists the flag of legitimacy.

Dreams fill the void and blink at us.

The beams of love dry him up.

She is a passionate musician singing a lullaby for the forlorn dog and cat at home.

Michael Angelo fires his shots on a canvas.

Paintings live today to enact the moment.

I am a seeker.

My mind is silent.

Bubbles of light and shadows of the past 

swing around the Aristotles of the East.

I dare to dream for all.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, October 13,2025)

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Tracing the bliss of love

Tracing the bliss of love

I smile at what I have lost for ever.

Nothing much remains the same without her.

I know myself with her wings of poesy.

I live in a world of chaotic freeze enshrined in my imaginative sculpt of poems.

My truth is textual all the time.

I couldn't decode what happens in love.

She is my soul while drinking the elixir of love.

Her blushing eyes mimic my poise for insane intimacy.

What is the Zebra line between the chasm and chaste longing?

My shadows spill on the way ahead with the blinking bulls of seclusion.

How do I know the taunting rein of the lust?

I am a vegabond caught up with the whirlwind of mundane life.

My poems breathe in ecstasy to embrace her bewitching eyes.

Monalisa smiles at me from the replica hanging on the wall.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,Oct04,2025)

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