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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