A Forgotten Fragrant Tale.

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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!

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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.


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Warming Suns and Quenching Rains!

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Summers thrummed sunny song;
Burning down, staggeringly long.
Sopped up are its oodles of rays;
Still surfaces, the warmth’s chase.
Monsoons gestated, over again;
Birthing puffy clouds…….. in vain.
Wells high, rained and drenched;
Thirst’s quest, still unquenched.


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The Night Sky’s Embrace!

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Rainfall rollicking a game, slewing from the cloudy baskets;
Winds weaving tickles and driblets donning, chiming anklets.
Rocking the leaves, the new-sprung freshness in the cradle;
En-kindled are unvoiced feelings, chancing a way to dabble.

Stars shimmying in delight, bedecked and arrayed up above;
Intones of ecstasy, spieling richly and scorned ail, sitting low.
Scrooching she, the Night sky, tacitly across the quieted lake;
Underneath the witching moonlight, along the all unawake.

Lake, rearing to imbibe from the luscious lips of the night sky;
Crimsoning she, in the velvety veil, meeting her lover’s eye.
Swooning are the moments, steeping in novel lilacs and lilies;
And hallowing amply, is the orphic love’s aeonian embrace.


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Dream- A Caged Cloud!

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An impeccant dream, missed in time’s leap;

Buried to arouse from the slumber so deep.

Fear swigged and stilled in ocean of my sighs;

Pocked to essence and caged in my free eyes.

Trusting to booze from the realism’s lil stream;

Waitressed in the duskiness to testify its gleam.

Unaware; it was mere a mute and lapsing cloud,

Damned to rain. Rising to stay? No, not allowed.


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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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Turquoise Sea and Blanched She.

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Springs she, at the edge of sienna sand;
By the iciness of turquoise drunk sea.
Subsisting her verity, bosoming her bliss;
Tantalizing her kismet, careen to her tune.

Springs she, in her honed brokenness;
Becomingly torn and graciously spirited.
Sensing too alive in the fleeting moments;
Ardently in passion with her solitary life.

Springs she and her soul, profoundly merged-
Hand clapping euphorically, hollering aloud.
As bluey curls show up in the incommoded sea;
Tones of emotions paints the blanched SHE.


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