Witty Spectacles

All those who have this, will have something to say.
They know they can if they can see what they know.
Even no to the pause held altogether between two ears.
Tied thread from end to another , a taste of wisdom.
Apt touch that glass, its magical vision.
Through eyes and clear the world apart appears.
Silver golden could it be, as money you throw.
Bold rainbow could it be, as coins you throw.
No sweats its intelligence mesmerized .
Mirror weak it can't hold on, long as ages go on.
That sharp lens knows the path, destined.
That blue green shades set on lore sparkling.
Take em' together , forget get yourself lost.
Between blur world and dark destiny!

Yetesh Sharma

What That Means?

Days apart when made a thought of something if can do, desperate air that made that true.
Believe in something unreal, some practical words coming through and acting along the sphere.
Walk and run on steps bit by bit for it to touch bate once charming glare.
To proportion to complete the short of late, strucked to think and remake.
Once that meaned sooner that a stake, later found some missing plates.
To hear unsound through ears rounded and put in place, to listen through red pumps as it makes.
I want no facts to explain, my words force the same, me held apace atlast a place.
Poison that my fingers hold yet an apllause to name it made, I hold me myself unique alike to fame, yet me myself insane....

Market

Unless I have an illusion, the world doesn't believe what had happened.
That when happened seems unremarkable in my side then.
I have sweats but I have lost them once, twice and thrice in the race of fame.
To no cuts have cut my blind day where there's drizzle through shining rain.
All shore do stand like pumpkin , my older time had prospous leddings.
Wrapped in yellow tiffins with shirly cartoons with rounded corners and smiling waves.
Unpaured one touch of smile, only one, just one behind that mapping stage.

Living me Y.K a folded hands pray,
On steps on doors that looked my way.

Name maniac unique it stand,
Prose eyes that mate apprend.

Soured limbs icy blue bloods,
Athletes firing browny muds.

Lend tears and borrow waters,
No rains furnish the wood cutters.

Oh dearie pleasant surprise to hold,
Till time telling the timings bold.

Rush through mere deserts away,
Mere footsteps that lend presence stay.

Markets lapping proud and play,
Milky stuff shutting straight and stray.

Forgotten

Very unrealistic ways turned up like a wave, that when I turned the world seemed upside down.
Within split of seconds, I narrated the incidents passing on, and a life that listened careful to this ending dawn.
Before I put my hand on my lace, the player took to me further apart, me where inside led lost.
Between layers of cruel destiny that a time laid off, forgotton like a tiff of snow, melted beyond and miffed upon.
Up upon I love the sky, to flip away the wings to fly, and then walk and walk to an endless mile.
There to pace no end infinite before the limits of hand. Beyond me he who can think can waive a wing and a flying thing.
Forgotten apace apart my name Y.K,
Open to touch and feel the grace.
Spelled within words drawn in lame,
For firsts that stand insane.
A fail that felt a fault of own,
Bare dismay a mental stone.
Yet a pain that sets strain,
Begging poison lying insane.

A pauper torn in papers plane,
Melting fires the desires again.
Let again the flight so high,
Smile swaps the burning sigh.

Shred tears on doors born die ,
A little life that wants to fly.
Red lips where red stone do hit,
The words that stand alike so fit.

That trembles to thumps of foots so near,
I can hear them so loud and clear.
That I stood and saw the ships there,
Another lives that comes from where!

Bring Me Back Yetesh Sharma Feat. Kapil Dev

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Wide Blow

Let's test your abilities, each as if demands the same.
We say let's see how do you do!

Par kabhi aankhen bhi dhokha khati hai,
Bhule bhatke bazaaron mei.
Kabhi yahan to kabhi vahan jahan koi na ho,
Mai bhi nahi, tum bhi bhi lekin jahan duniya hai.

Mai nakhush hu tumse, khud mujhse yeh maine kaha,
Kyonki thak gya hu mai, khud hu lekin maksad nhi.
Pata hai yeh ke kuch to hai,
Kuch mangna chahta hai vo mujhse.
Bin bole barsaat jab padhi,
To shuk aur irade pathar ban gye.
Mere darr ka maksad hai, yeh bhi darega,
Kuch karne ko kaha to karte karte kar guzrega.

Masoomi nazroon se dekha yu Maine,
Jaise kuch pta hai jo nhi chahta hu mai.
Le chla hai khud apna bna kar makbara,
Jahan jena hi zindagi ka naam hai.

Aaj aise likhna chahta hai jo huya nhi ab tak,
Jo hona hai shayad ya hona nakhush hai.
Jise darr bhi darra nhi sakta , vo samay aana hai,
Jo aana nhi chahta use bulana hai, use khush karna hai.

Likhte likhte behta ja rha hai mai khud,
Khush shyad jo vo hai, use nakhush krna hai.
Kuch sochne to dil chahta hai, krne ko,
Jahan zindagi ki dil khol kar talaash hai.

In lafzoon mein gam ki aarzo shyad khatam na ho,
Khushi jarror doond lena.
Arey mai to vo hon jo waqt ka nazraana hai,
Mujhe darr ki duniya se khud talaash lena.

Towards an unending possession that don't wants to leave, its divine...