Our Panorama

All Credits: Teddy ©

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A part of sporadic love
A time when a face became home

Trickling down a unknown broth
From the tip of a broken matchstick

Upon some handheld stars
A ink was called as daylight of heart

Over the stretch of golden sea waves
A somebody was a tide weeping in dark

To be alone with the long lit moonlight
A sound of a heart sinking with gravity

Up along the solemn dazzling skyline
Each day stayed back with the fireworks

All along the road that grew old with you
A walk of thousand miles made in a blink

In eyes meet the horizon of cascaded stars
To see them kiss two hearts into one beat

Chasing a life to be completed in love
Lights will bleed in the love we call life.

– Teddy ©

Chameleon’s Rose


This day I give the night its home,

The pampered snow rain inside my fist,

All I wanted is to gallop among the wreck,

If only the stars could sing my sigh,

I would give this night its home.
The celestial papacy is proud of me,

I sit on the cliff addicted to my warmth,

Sailing every night into my eyes,

To find the only sound that can be heard,

It is a heartbeat of a home I cater,

The home of a night waiting for me.
I’m sorry! Not every whisper is a blessing,

Today I give the chameleon its rose,

To live another day when it’ll bleed,

Everyday I wait a thousand sleepless dream,

To stay in the ripples of another day,

And today I give this night its home.
The skin burns in the fear of no name,

I am just a fort of crumbled sand,

Tied to the chandelier hanging below my memories,

Not every heart is broken in even pieces,

And not every night is a home I can sleep in.
-Teddy ©

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Lost Wings

Severed to the rust of waiting,
Sign of a disappointed mermaid,

I remember you changing with the moon.

Walking away into the bliss of a poison,

Oh dear! look back, I found the right words,

Don’t be the crowd of my dismay.

Let my blink bind with your luck.

I am the lost accordion of your wings,

Falling for the silence of your arms,

Standing in between the tides of canvas,

It feels true to be washed away.

Down the road of my harmony,

I will bleed with the daisy.

In love’s opiate embrace you’ll sing,

Till the lights can grow old with you,

I will be drenched in your last kiss.

And will go back to the howling screams,

Saying I’ll hug the tears that were my dream.  
– Teddy ©

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