Velvet Ashes of the Life’s Wood!

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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!

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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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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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Hues of Pallidity!

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Lily-white snow is bussing the branches so black;
Swaying in desire to beget the blushed glory back.
Colorings, slithering into the blueprints of paleness.
Will these hushed up hues ever whistle in brightness?
Aware are the dried twigs of their deadness inside:
Yet, fancying for the sprightliest springtime besides.
Disgraced not they, of their nakedness in the day:
But jubilating at the greenish gown, earning their way.


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Winged Tale……..No more.

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Born a cherubic birdie in the sulfurous times of the world;

Uprose it apace, needing to wing as high up as it could.

Autographed an unavowed tiny pipe dream on its wings;

Fingered glad and unassailable in its plumy little things.

 

Lightning wracked its comfy nest, in a doomed night storm;

Soaked up is the adult bird, whose feathers kept the birdie warm.

Stomached all the torment, the invalided birdie unable to fairly fly;

Squalled staidly, looming that its ciphered dreams would sure die.

 

Clock elapsed in haste and its fellow birds cut and ran their way;

Palpated the peril, as lonesome, it was highly unwieldy to stay.

Barbarous were the winds of world and tattered was its rest;

Swamped in icy rain, the birdie flapped in vain for its life’s quest.

 

Piloted in, a browny bird, cloaked in cleverly as a feathery friend;

Promising the birdie that its conked out wing, it would try to mend.

Banked the birdie, browny’s parole more than its one and only wing;

Reckoned the birdie, perching atop the maple tree, it could happily sing.

 

Days slipped away and bleached out were the birdie’s rainbow dreams;

Deplumed it was on each sun’s ascent, while curbed were its screams.

Long time glided by and little by little hushed up were its endearing songs;

Was cast off its nest remorselessly and browny abided others’ wrongs.

 

With breached wings and shriveled up heart, the birdie sighed in rain;

Calling God into question, “Feeding me pain, what did you gain?

If pronounce you that entrusting someone wholly, is my offence

Then how can I trust that you would someday speak in my defense?”

 

Pathetic to fly into the sky, wretched to die, hobbled the birdie all alone;

Chancing difficult to retrace the onetime path it took, too far it has gone.

Wings were irredeemably broken and its faith was terribly shaken….

In this unkindly world….will it survive even when everything is taken?


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Swings of Innocence

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Lovesome leaf was I, swaying frail and green;

Came an unhoped thief and robbed my sheen.

Life was gentle, nerveless and just plain;

Bore no baggage of hassles, to stock in vain.

Swanned I, in the slow sun struck woods;

Wool-gathered I, in the subdued moony beds.

Was beguiled by the beaming petite fireflies;

Trailing butterflies, whooped I happy cries.

Flipped a pebble to commove the sleeping pond;

Ramped up castles of sand on the shores, so fond.

Diddled with my fluid shadow in the day light;

Numbered the winking stars on the slate of night.

Clock flew the coop fast and the world said “Grow up”;

Slyness moused in and doors of whiteness shut up.

Lessons of growing up are cautiously trusted;

And swings of innocence are rakishly………. betrayed.


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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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