The Great Mystric

This summer is something new ?! The Daylight and messed home? Squirrels, ants, mice, and flies Grains, sugars, papers, and ice Untidy clothes, dust on shoes Walls with strains, wires loose White Colgate and the floors Train sounds and Closing doors Cinematic noons, loud rooms Pillow fights and the footballs Tired naps after Mumma calls Hidden milks and the Wise cats, Scorny days and the shady hats Cold drinks and quarrels fudged Lime Juices, the floor smudged Melons, biscuits, ice cubes frozen Spotify playing, eating, always on Harry's House, Stay, and blends No earphones, wifi, and friends Hotspot online, movies go live Disney+, Prime, and Zee Five Evening chores, toasts, and teas Busy Roads and fluttering trees High markets, shops, and ways Bike horns, trucks, and the haze Pleasing clouds and sunset clicks Watering plants, magical tricks Boring dinners, Windy nights Windows open, seeking lights I waited, the holidays ended soon Happy today, it's middle of June May rain, feel...

Hope never shattered, but it killed my poetry Benevolence broke, but it curbed my jealousy So covered my heart it won't ever get dusty Painted promises, so it'll forever be trustworthy I'm seventeen, someday I'll be twenty-three Then I'll fix my postcards and my dictionary I said yes to the things that I didn’t agree Sheltered a renegade with a destructive spree But I lied for the good so that it won't cause misery It burned me, but those burns only healed me I think I'll miss it, whatever it is I think it'll remain unnamed for its willing liberty The hope never shattered, but it cured my poetry Winding streams and shadows tall, Somewhere beyond the city's reach, Where morning dew and twilight meet. A place untouched by time's cruel hand, No map to chart, no line to strand. Where dreams take flight, and worries die. No walls to hold, no roads to bind, Just echoes of a tranquil mind. In this retreat, both yours and mine. It can't be found, it ...

# pelletsofundreamtdreams Monochromatic missives written by my good heart Wreathed in the luckiness of 4-leafed ‘shamrocks’ With the fables of undreamt dreams that fell apart Shattered by my demons, thrown behind dreary locks It’s inexpressible, she's all the ink I need So I choose her over all my demons indeed And her eyes, syn-chro-nize With mine. O Mr. Morningstar, Sunshades in glitter vibes, beauty burning bright Time stops, everything's blurred except that sight In dear days, they whisper love in cherry daylight Tears fade, often they melt at the spot of white In these fine-hard times We'd be part-time lovers But full-time friends, And we'd sprinkle a bit of romance, So we dodge dreary ends And I'd pray to god to give us magic pens, So we'd send each other mails With our dreamy tales, And win over fails, and success trails Feel sukoon in all exhales I heard somewhere, when love is pure, it's no less than god, and I felt it! And I know I'll be doom...