by Nithin Purple
Since my psyche has languished and unwilling rhythm; The cryptic confession that my brain do bear.you gaze in your suborn power, by your mate-less vision.To me your alarm is higher; your doubtless mild mission! When you lead my soul in higher and do i fade through those tress, With the murmuring leaves of guest less pleasure, deep dwelt of dreary birds, And above, above i will fly, to seek the immortal gate of perceptional pleasure! .with a golden sum of sun ray, i will convey my lord my will of treasure!
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Nithin Purple is an Indian born post -diplomate, writer, poet and draughtsman, born and raised in, Kerala, is a man of hybrid curiosity with audacious dreams, Who like to tune his own fancied lute through the golden steps of literature and his evergreen fine artistic whim, which took a course in him to nurture his literary skills. He gives importance to cultural studies and science and astrology. A freak who runs back to revolving time, an antique fanatic who have nostalgic dreams to apply in poetry, prose or any sort of creative work. A graphic mind in him helps to force his boundless language that circles a passionate tinge to diffuse his, Career, He likes aggressiveness to keep his visionary ideas by freedom to think and work. He like to travel and experiment his eager thoughts where he is strongly fond of nature and all the, Forms of it.Literature is his keen strength and his sufferings..
Last updated May 02, 2015