Adhesive To Splintered Heart? : Lost Wings

By Vutukuri Deepika

All I dearth is a ray of effulgence in my cherished precious life,

I impulse thy beam,

Emotions are roller coasters,

Thou art fortuitous for me, akin to the gleaming sun exposing the warmth from head to toe to the gloomy sunflower.

All I dearth is the ripple of Aqua,

A small fry, thirsty, dying to meet the sea wave,

Life, salutation, the path with the flower queen embellished with prickles,

Alluring the troubles akin to Lotus in the mud.

All I dearth is an optimistic in the gloominess,

In the race turtle chasing the rabbit,

Brawl between life and death,

Hand adorned with blood of thirsty inclination.

All I dearth is a beam cavort on my lips,

A key to unlatching the inner feelings, to yelp lungs out,

The peacock disengages a train to enhance its mate,

The parrot warbled in his melodious voice pleading to stay with thou.

By Vutukuri Deepika