On my way to the throne

I’m on my way to the throne,

Thanks to several stones.

They got me stumbled upon, like tides on the shore,

Vain, wavy soar plunging back to the coast;

I’ve met many of them before,

Despite of all those stones,

I chose to roam on that route;

Cause I knew there’s something strange,

They’re not all the same, they got their own shape;

As I headed ahead, my veins flooded blood,

And wounded bones painted rocks;

My blood divulged real face,

They’re all placed by fate,

Each one saying to move;

It was the last hurdle,

Diverted me on the right route,

The one I was destined to rule;

Wounds paved my apt route,

And led me to the throne;

Thanks to several stones.

-Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi

Privilege

It's always a privilege to fall in love with an artist.
- Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi

Cheers !

At last, you realize that time certainly flies when dates of occasions gets replaced by new ones.
- Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi

Epoch

"Bad days doesn't get count when it's about an epoch."
- Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi

Regret

Oh dear god...

I regret,
I didn't come to your home,
I didn't embrace your divinity.

I regret,
I haven't took a way to your sacred universe,
I've lost in hallucinations of this world.

I should have came to your home,
I should have lost in your hallowed universe.

I regret.

Oh my lord,
Oh my lord, oh dear god.

- Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi

Heart of Poet.

It's a heart of poet, hard as rock to confine my words when there's an affair of beauty.

- Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi

Rain Amour

She overcasts me with her reckless walk,

Her steadfast steps and decisive drops,

Addedly pouring her candid talk,

Her tangled hair waving with waves, 

colourful smile and glowing eyes,

Portraying her rainbow all over my world;

Intertwining my colours into her complexion.

-Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi

The Flames of Dreams !

Keep your flames of dreams fierce so that it can burn whatever comes between your path like a hellfire.
- Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi

Folded Pages of Life

Quest of perfect pal

Walking under the scarlet sky,

On the quest of perfect pal.

Sun and moon side by side,

Vindicating prominence across the sky,

Walking through the concrete jungle;

On the quest of perfect pal.

Inanimate souls riding galloping machines,

Endeavoring for the desired triumph,

Walking upon the endless curb;

On the quest of perfect pal.

Reverent hands plunking bells,

Venerating the blest of green earth,

Walking by the providential temple;

On the quest of perfect pal.

Blissful vox of twittering birds,

Striving to corroborate cheery presence,

Walking beneath the verdant tree;

Cessation the quest of perfect pal.

Walking under the scarlet sky,

On the quest of perfect pal,

Reminiscing my blithesome soul;

Found myself as perfect pal.

-Bhishmpratapsinh Dabhi