Nital Bhuva (Poems)

Squirrel tells a  story of bird, Colourful, brilliant and happy song.. It preens and prance.. On jack tree branch.. It's shining feathers.. Grey and fine.. jumping here and there by .. Rhythm and rhymes.. It speaks of brunch and rice.. Afternoon slides slowing.. A.. While evening stands to tether and five.. It smells and settle by dish and munch.. It speaks to host... for others then come.. Becoming cosmic celebration of run.. Here and there by healthy huff.. Resting on to bricks.. The setting of a panoramic feast.. Immovable gothic celestial mist.. doors and dreams by giant edifice.. Evening arrive in magenta silk.. It has an agenda and alliance with.. Cereus, Moon flower .. moths.. And stars.. It perched on stem .. Swings in gale.. awaiting..   friends .. Dinner and dine, at Gaelic pine.. songs at nightfall.. Shimmering sky.. Colder quilt and eternal bribe.. moonlit mine .. it sings and dance for .. Sleeping time.. .. Endearing .. Psych...

Thus came, adorning a star.. Rays of light very slight,  To me, wonderland and a leaflet, A reason to argument, to me.. It is a lane, of solitude and rest.. A walk to me, journey to find.. Once again, southern lights and.. A fairy tale to find, timeless..  Moonless beautiful night, on coastal line.. Cascading down to pools and loam.. Numerous moths and smaller leafs Do let me go to wonderland of him.. Of millions stars and million things.. Shining, it is a feathery fire ..  galloping to me was a horse of my dream .. Is beautiful and intact.. Now forever from the spectrum, Is my own mountain of Neptune.. And sparrow that chirps.. I remember you on the occasional trip, A walk towards this backside hill..  Is a courtyard full of tiny teak, My legs are longer and hands are stronger, I believe, now it is a beautiful dream.. Really it is my own something, A place to make, of.. Strong and athletic build, Average about medium kilt.. Is of the ...

I found these across the waterfall.. My internal self and gift of god, I saw for awhile, a moonlight glow Walking across the river and shores  Ancient antique and divine bygone.. Simply comical and witty craw.. Reminder of an alarm and clock.. Shiny leafs and tree trunks for.. My transparent clearly glass by door.. The grass and dew at dusk and dawn.. Pear and prune from setting box, Orange orderly apple and salt.. Organized manageable sugar and cholesterol .. Drifting shifting gale and gore.. Tryst of predator prey for lone.. A bird of glitzy wings and prow.. aromatic ariel celestial core.. Dancing prancing flying goat.. adjusting ordinary surreal ghost.. Comprehensive admirable chair and top..

Once a step, Second request, Third a test, All the best, Fourth one fit Fifth to fill, Sixth of set Seventh and eighth  Ninth on net  Tenth to gate Logic less, Eleventh earnest,  Twelfth is tuff. All the ruff, by the cuff , Until the edge, tilt and built. One two three, freedom flee.. Fourth of fringes,  on the brink.. Fifth of floor.. Dreams and doors..  suddenly jolt , fingers and toes .. Off the bolt, pull the colt ,  Is the day, serious Sunday, recurring rat.. Always there.. None the less.. All the best.. 

The list of things, I forget at home.. Over the counter.. At the market I remember  Today is a brighter day... Nothing to write, nothing to note, Down to desk.. All the sets Before the flask, bits of grains, Shiny flakes, gold and sand.. Renewable card, risk and raft.. On the ladder, slave and ledger, Active fledgling,  Pork and cork.. Maize and more.. Deleted dot, seirra and goat.. Between the boots, list and loot.

Flower of night, sings a song on moonlit branch.. Delicious melodies, for a lovesick heart.. Asking about where and wow.. A colourful bird of its own charm.. Another longer.. Wider  chasm,   Sings and sassy well and far, here and there by first and last,  sings a song of ..  Mist and mast. Delicate tapestries of cobwebed path..  Mysterious valley, dallying  grass.. A sequence rather does and dance.. Calls on and a jugular prance..  Peaceful radical surgical trance..  I am alone here,  whispers sooner then at last.. Resin bronze and copper mask,  Singing song of hanging past..  Beer tear and cheerful bazz..  Singing song of soaring vase.. A path of seasonal colossal bark.. Sings a song of recurring cask.. Always about a singular task.

More and more, surrounding fog.. Hundreds of heads, dots of debts.. all of ants,  enchanting cow, Plaster and paste, a lovely face.. I fill the cracks and set the crates... Ranting rat, panting pet.. Developmental stage, mysterious man.. comes and goes, Forest and fire, Lovely attire, day of rest.. Quest of peace, zest and zeal .. Interesting deal, online bill.. Real sale, five and fix, paste and peel.. Smooth and silk, blink and better.. Already all.. Due to that.. Better and best. No any sale.. No off fend .. No any pen...

There she walk across the grass.. Standing nearby a mammoth tree.. branches sway and move by wind.. she swings and sway in evening breeze.. Surrounding salient poles and fit.. One two three and longer feet.. Swirling twirling rustling leaves.. On the ground and surging silk.. Twilight from the western edge.. Turns to silver dust on sky.. Dark and alluring black and white.. Scenery of the moonlit night.. Singing swinging through the time.. Midnight walking to the tide.. Brave and basking in the sun.. Oblivious to the tick and tock.. It's my boat that floats .. To unknown quests..    

An intense afternoon, voices resonate memories blur.. A stroll to easel,  for temporary look.. Chrome and colours, in blazing sun.. Hottest surface, and brilliant dust..  Depth and development, Feel and form, beloved blissful.. painting is done.. At better position.. Subsequent stance.. You and me, both of bazz.. I say then hmm.. The lustful look.. First class book.. A black and white.. Ordinary loop.. Standard tune.. A pen and A notebook..