Puissant Silence

Could the path of joy be one of coyness
Filled with thought and ever flowing goodness?

In alacrity I smile, moves a mile
Agile but towards an undue exile.

Such thought for action, Insecurity.
Absolute confabulatory ease
I wonder what my butterfly sees.

The game I too shall play to win of course
within myself, Hope I shall be the source
of will and penchant forever myself
unity and heart of spirit I shelf .

Next time O butterfly, pass me I dare
Mysterious yet serious I care
With or without thee life sounds of fanfare.
I shall conquer and rule my life, So there!

~Nikhil~

Once bitten, twice immortal

The serpent glares asking me if i dared
Trust left me bare; two three folds more aware
The course attempts to rip me kill me tear
Nikhil breathes, ready to battle with care

Killed by time strangled even alive
Repent I should for my trust that dives
Intermission but strong, my values to which I abide
Success only remains front of my sight
Teach me how to truly get back and bite
Injured, battered, derelict, ready to fight
Nikhil thanks god, for you have been his challenging guide.

walk of choice

Could a walk of ten open a path in the heart?
hilly landscapes, distance; probably just a start.
serenade brewing amidst thoughts a plenty
parade of light never fails to fill thee empty.

nobility gleams

The moon gleaming a diamond nectar white.
Does the heart pressure to hasten my fate?
radiance of glance and shrewd lock on sight.
In clandestine doth the soul be placate?
patience we do establish ourself in.
green olive of hope we shall adhere to
lace and glamour we wish to shelf pronto
said often that thou who waits on shall win.
yet we know in a moonshine tide will tell

True Clue

I was completely unaware
I thought that cupid wouldn't dare
is it really that fair
that thee presence spawn everywhere?

a collection of words
never sounds absurd
when it comes from above
for this dove lives in its cove

though the time will spawn
truly the birth of new dawn

prithee sing a song
for in rhyme above I called
A deviation led to the fall.

Heart Sings again

Butterflies of cupid swarm through the tender joy
blissful times warm and forever hail the Helen of troy
thine eyebrows shape mirth in Persian fashion
power of speech ever filled with abundant passion
bring me art of exquisite taste forever patient.
Queer are the workings of heaven for she's Asian.


~Nikhil~

Dedicated to the Heart of August