SEASONING THY HEART WITH MY PASSION

Much I learnt from thee
Is thy idiosyncrasy in bearing any
Sarcastic imbroglio castigating
To bend’em on their right way
Hence the tender thoughts abiding
In thy fetish world got injured by
The menace of whirlwinds
Well, My wishes for thee
Is to swing thee in a cradle of serene
Vicinity that will soothen thee
And flush out extreme senses
by sterilizing the psychic turbulence,
Alleviating to nourish thee always stay
Cool with care and comfort".

- Subby

CAN MISCONCEPTION TURN INTO AN EXCUSE?

Why such a temper overflows
Once the clouds of misconception
Accumulate to bring the downpour
Of ninny sadness without a mother's wit,
Life waves turn into strong tides
Flooding the vicinity,
The inner affluent house of Intimacy
Went drowning washing out things on the passby
Beware! Unless the reality makes
It feel pity for its rudeness.
The Cause inevitably pointed out all
The culprits including itself for the future safety
“Erring is always a commitment of blunder when under pressure,
Avoid them turning green again, so you'll bring back the lost pleasure."

- Subby