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.