Beneath the Canopy of Hope.

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Churning clouds of stalking yesterday,
Wells over my staunch skies of today.
Lavishing caustic peltings of undated pain;
Stinging my groovy glean of repose, in vain.

Flitting flaps of self-will, curbed I stand;
Fending for my well-earned peaceable land.
Holding up the salvaging canopy of hope;
Feel I safe, summoning courage to cope.


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An Unfrequented Lantern.

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Doomed slackly to a benumbed branch so barren,

Dangling in faith, I, the only unfrequented lantern.

No more bright tinges for eyes, but pallor for hue;

Burning up in winter, a colossal penance I pursue.

The knavish snow slants on my hoary shoulders,

Cloaking my spark with its lily-white gelid borders.

Withal I go- thawing soft, this frost-bound night…

Lighting the roll down of darkness, bilking my sight.

Jugging the hot ambers in me, whipping my core,

Maneuvering I am, for you to attain your shore.


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Amidst the Unknown Sands….

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Dawn on me secretly my soulmate……..your saving grace;

Thaw my frozen down spirit along the Sun’s maiden rays.

Do not adjourn yourself from me, you, the absolute divine;

Redeem mercy to this iniquitous soul, to you, ever I entwine.

 

Consecrate me all over again with your intoxicating smile;

Avail me to steer still, this shimmying ship of tears for a while.

Played out to core, I am, tagging your moonily reflection;

Tranquilize me to reposeful sopor with your genial affection.

 

Kneeling in the autumn of life, imploring you to be the spring;

All the nests are bygone tales yet birds of hope blithely sing.

Rainfall pinks my door, frequenting as an unwished-for guest;

Enfeebling itself, pouring all but betraying to slake my thirst.

 

Despair tramping stealthily, is all I construe in this noisy air;

Do not rob me off my serenity, my silent and rightful share.

Quivers is my trusted desire in this unfeeling wintry cold;

Tune up my faith underneath your love blanket’s warm fold.

 

Stir up in me, the compassionate spark, and the holy will to live;

Pep up me to espouse your guiding light and justly forgive.

Tincture your remembrance in all my nescient voids of sense;

Beef up me to entomb the carking clouds of fears, so dense.

 

Secure me fondly with your lovesome lace, all night and day;

Let no anguish of yesterday or vex of futurity make their way.

Settle softly alongside me, kissing my frail and unnerved hands;

Embodying the known friendliness amidst the unknown sands….


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The Ethereal Silence of a Fallen Flower…

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Nature’s in-frangible awesomeness, the balmiest splendor;

Gestates the everlastingly hexing beauty of wonder.

Oriented scant, are its sweet-scented moments on earth;

But the supernal beauty’s saga of esteem, has no dearth.

 

Keels it mildly to the coolheaded breeze, mirthfully perched;

Caressed euphorically with love and exquisitely attended.

Ornaments itself in the most burnished of the flushed red;

To the mesmeric redolence, this beaut is celestially wed.

 

Aborigine of grace, speaks the fine language of peace;

Love is its culture, modesty is its attire, carried in ease.

Echoes the raspy wind’s bell and tiny spirit is glad to kneel;

Descending graciously and thinly to ratify the death’s deal.

 

Its cushy petals autumn, fly and dry by the sun-baked heat;

But the memorable dawdling essence, reincarnate and repeat.

Profoundly fathoming is this suave and orphic flavored power;

Drawing me gently to the ethereal silence of the fallen flower.


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The Sanctum of Solitude.

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Sullen clouds of ego have tardily beetled off and gone;

Egressed I humble, for savoring the unnamed divine.

Respiring mildly I, ecstasy, in the name of air so bare;

Conceived not I, ever so, life would be a howling affair.

 

Inebriated me amply, your bewitching fragrance;

Stupefied me staggeringly, your amaranthine brilliance.

Croaked I wholly for myself and subsisted purely for you;

Such unequaled sapidity of oneness, I nursed no clue.

 

Swallowed I, the span between love and beloved;

While cantillating reliably, your nectarine name aloud.

Oh my, benignant! Let me pulsate in your passion;

And let me get erred ceaselessly like curls in the ocean.

 

Accord me a mercy to commingle in your existence;

Do not keep me hankering for the hallowed substance.

Proffer me death from the unrelenting affray outside;

Sanctify my rebirth in the perfect  sanctum of solitude inside.


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In the wake of queasiness, I call…

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In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is recondite pain?

When spites model in front line, so naked

Why knives on the backbone are disguise-sheathed?

 

In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is orotund confusedness?

When you harp in each and every spell of breath

Why hunt in temples, mosques and churches on earth?

 

In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is gravid iniquity?

When you have scripted our lives’ blank shell slate

Why one bears riches in fate…why poverty is other’s trait?

 

In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is sleeveless hatred?

When you have served up solely love in the plate

Why one is embraced and the other is averted in hate?


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Petalled Marvel!

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Once in a blue moon, strikes the life’s inevitable arrow;

Aches rich the heart and eyes unfold the dams of sorrow.

I marvel…. how blithely subsists this supernal beauty, a rose;

Hovering cordially amidst the hardhearted prickles, so close.

Endeavors much, the loathly winds, to damp this rufescent lamp;

Nonetheless, walks in pride, this red splendor on storm’s gray ramp.


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