Submissions by ParthaRock

Dusk transforms into dark,
And they in the cold park say there is no spark.
The sun shines throughout,
And the moon breaks-out!

Big trees grow on Rocks,
And the rocks stands rock.
Darkness ceases to caste shadow,
Brave ones finds their way even in barren deserted meadow!


In darkness you relax,
Romance goes to its climax,
Your life doesn't suffer error due to parallax,
Softness remains always at max!

Life is a repeating dual cyclic season,
Please don't call it a prison!

Partha Rock

At a relaxed green evening,
While diving in a natural hot spring,
Where there was not a big natural fire burning,
I spotted some rare kettle flying below nettle silver clouds.

They landed,
And my prayer was answered.
They were jostling, hissing, and singing,
I was dancing.


Some were urinating,
Some were feeling the cold,
Some were in hardcore,
Some in moan.

The scene set the best natural thetre,
It had everything from heaven to earth,
Feeling disguised - left the theatre in the second half mid, ...