yes I said Augatar no it’s not a planet
sound
close to be a planet along the galaxy
I
visualize it, as a crystal gold star at a dark night
That shines
more than the sun on its stance.
yes
really its not a plant, for it ever did
i guess
it would grow far from mankind
so that
only me D Giant wuld see, touch
curl,
embrace as I embark with it.
Its flowers
would serve as facial charmer
Essence for
the lonely.
would it
be a human i guess swagg wouldnt fit
as i
fear wings pasted at the back.
I said
Augatar not Guitar though sound related
but far
like the different like strings of a guitar
very
close to the melody of the saxophone.
giving a
small beat of thoughts look quite to be
innocent
as if university of beauty was learned,
governed,
derived and integrated on you.
Didn’t I
say you Augatar sound common with yoghurt
maybe
surrounded by sweetness of irresistance;
lines of
palatability superior the thoughts of wanting more
as the
taste buds call more but too strong to be as honey
honey no
more. Like yogheta as gogo getta with the ghetto lime young
boys of
the street gather to gutter in one line paralyzed with thrills.
cant be
a poem for words cant conquer any basement
sound too
westernized than the thinking of America
look hot
than the Indian spices, expensive than Dubai's wealth.
too
artistic to be designed by man, too adorable to fall in love with.
yes I
said just that #poetry defines me#