Empty Strands

Proximity into the dark blue sky.
Light & shade of the shimmery world
makes me feel shy.

Dark kohl eyes, watch me by and
I lie silent inside the four walls of my life.
As each sec, hour & day gently pass by.

Melancholy memories in echo
leave me furious.
As I begin to write the pen hits my ego.

I spend hours in the empty strands.
I realise that those essays with little hands,
have casted their way for bluish poetries.

Few poems, lyrics and some part of me
lie on nothing but empty stands.



Shooting star.
Words behind the lips freed.
A paper plane found itself crossing the river of clouds.