My corner thronging with lupins bloom
Today I slouch here,with the dispelled gloom...

Where is the streak of light gone,
Once born by the beats and blood inside my bone...

I've learned to write poetry after my death
six years back...

Its a land of colourful blooms
Of brides and celestial grooms...

Its good to remain plunged in darkness
When the sordid thoughts in you doesn't have a...

To see yourself being blinded by the pink thoughts...
And the one you love...