Grooved Imaginations

Well to be very conscious about my written stuffs it really makes me virtual I mean very practical for the way I lead myself to be overwritten in some species of inconspicuous ones and I love the place where I remain beneath the immaculate love that makes everyone to figure out who it is .... Who might be.... or else who it will be.... to make an end I reveal that it’s all about my mom and dad whose aroha lead a simple man to be a scraggy writer.... well then and there I started grooving my imaginations to come under a white sheet and entitled my verse as “Grooved Imaginations” ... not to forget I still remember that “loving yew never ends”

Yearning from the desire that made me to roll....
I paddled before you as that of a mole;
Yawing upon the taunted bowl that started to crawl...
I stepped forward without fetching that i am null;

Asking for a cup of tea even though i was dull.....
You started asking me where is your hall;
Admiring the beauty i believed that you are all....
You made me to coil on the floor as that of a ball;

Dreaming about you sprinkled me to go lull...
I forgot that i had to make you a call;
Desiring that you would be forgive me for all....
I fallaciously grouch that you are not my doll;

Retarding the hold i sheer my mind to become tall.....
You thought i have forgotten about you at all;
Resting myself in sane’s den when anger came to dull....
You departed from me as that of the rolling ball;

Sacrificing the aroha when i started to roll....
Mortals alleged infront of me that i am null;
Shaking my emotions when i thought of a new doll....
Mussels averred that you should wait for her call;

Dating myself alone in that long raged hall.....
Books simply departed to their last lull;
Dangling my love to keep in the shadows of the mall....
Boosted myself to say i should grow tall;

Engulfing success to heights reached top of the wall...
I never thought of those three words if, but or shall;
Ensuring a better livehood that needs a sugar fall....
I promised that i will never wait for her call;


(LOVING YEW NEVER ENDS)




BY:- PUPU MOHANTY