“Confessions of a madman”

 

In Writhing of winters:

 

The shallow puddles of moisture,

Days off in a sweater,

Sounds that resemble symphonies of flicker,

Tropical wind that shutter,

Making heart and hands flutter,

Both might shatter,

The serene cold of winter 

Before you go

Don't you

Forget, I want you ,

more than you'll 

Ever know.

 

Leaving lunar lunacy:

 

Crowded mind and street,

Desires that fleet,

Eyes that you treat,

Alas the times we wouldn't meet,

Instances I couldn't eat,

My sole confidant in night as neat; 

Colorful Moon in remote

could you get my letters 

that could float,

Before you go

Don't forget I need you

More than you'll ever know.

 

In moderate monsoon:

 

Times takes about titans,

But short lived curtains,

 

 

Clothes that wouldn't dry,

Clouds and eyes that cry,

Wet lands that sigh,

Visible shivers that reply,

Trees and aspirations that lie,

fritters I fry,

With the tea I try,

Are you a random passerby?

Give me a heartfelt highfy(5),

No matter what I try

Your piece of mind; I couldn't buy

Your serene palace; I wouldn't pry

Benevolent at once sky,

But sometimes I might die

By the by,

The one thing I couldn't deny

That, o the generous nature of monsoon 

Before you shy,

And away you fly,

I am fungus and on you I rely,

Stars might not comply

That I might ally ( you)

Don't you

Forget I love you

more than you'll ever know,

i do love you more than you'll ever know.