The Inverse!

Feb26

Pigment I myself on a calico canvas, in paled hues
Gray clouds sedate me and chafes me the rainbows.
Gates of spring in me, parades the nameplate of fall;
Immure I my self, backside of the absolving wall.
Uninventive and juice-less I lie, along the river soil,
Athirst I remain, neath the slaking rainfall’s toil.
In bunches I pass, yet trammeled to me, is my talk;
Seas of silence I hoard, a driblet of serenity I lack.
Illume I, a taper of hope, ahead my closed sight;
Yet euphorically cleaves, the dourest despair, tight.

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Velvet Ashes of the Life’s Wood!

Feb22

Barren musical chairs of lifetime, arbitrarily sit;
Awaiting to be arrayed at best and then mutely quit.
Bear they, the knottiest lyrics of life; overly long;
Marveling, ‘Why kismet has favored such a song?’.
Mindful they are “to be evacuated” all are placed;
Yet, few are dented, painted, and rest are nicely laced.
Be the monotone scarf of fall or shiny motley of spring;
Alike a branch, to every wind, they mastered to swing
Tuned up they are to behave at every alarming bell;
Continuing reliable moves and adeptly lasting well.
How smart was the game?How solitary they stood?
Verbalizes vividly, the velvety ashes of their wood.

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Saline Scripts…Ailing Lyrics!

Feb17

Saline scripts of obscure past,
Tombed steadfastly to the last,
Signed up in amaranthine tears,
Varnished in lifetime of fears,
Enshroud to be vividly seen,
By someone’s eyes, keen.

Ailing lyrics from the heart,
Doomed to secrecy….. wait,
On the lips’ wizened threshold,
Stocking up songs unheard,
Quiver to be warmed versus,
Someone’s ever heeding ears.

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A Forgotten Fragrant Tale.

Feb5

Embodiment of cosmos’s unmatched splendour;
Petal-woven, becharming and velvety wonder.
Comport I, the rosiness of squillion blushes;
Peaching the folklore of love’s unnamed crushes.

Unceasing are my colors, amidst bleaching rains;
Accede I not to the erratic, wind-bestowed pains.
Welcome I equal, season be spring or autumn;
Fend I grand, mouthing each un-mouthed reason.

Fleece you off my nectar, my soul….. you dent;
Even so, I take my purpose, unfolding scent.
Pluck me or crunch me, abide I no vengeance;
Fount of love I am, mercy is my indulgence.

Chain you futile, my spell-bound presence;
Know you not, I am the unharnessed essence.
Subsist I, beyond the cold thresholds of death;
Reincarnating fondly, in every scented breath.

Warming up I last, against the yellowing pages;
Unlocking the memories’ erstwhile cages.
Deep in the heart’s ocean, where emotions sail;
Smile I beamingly, as a forgotten fragrant tale.

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The Change Over!

Feb3

Transforms a caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly-
While within the cocoon, the winged dreams cry;
Despairing to freely pilot, towering the cryptic sky.
Deepens an exiting autumn as a welcoming spring-
While snuggling the earth, the leaves mildly swing;
Knolling the hoary gongs of hope, they mirthfully sing.
Egresses a befogged man, as a absolved human-
While the empyrean prowess of real compassion;
Satiates the sleeveless vacuities of all his passion.