Elating Breaths of Someone.

Far-off on the shimmering waters of ocean,
A jaded day kips down to sip its pacific potion.
Evening bride’s satiny veil, sedately lowers;
Behind the unknown skyline, she mistily hovers.
Overwhelms the dusky beaut, farming crimson;
Curling me by an aureate thread of emotion.
On this sempiternal road of unfading memory,
My grief and glee embark on a vagrant spree.
An unsounded ail from the locus of  my whole,
Raises a thundery racket in the recondite soul.
The frosty tears, unthaw through my folded eyes;
As elating breaths of someone, abide my sighs.
Bewraying my sight, his presence adjoins me warm;
And my spirit’s queasiness, greets its ethereal calm.

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A Forgotten Fragrant Tale.

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 Night Sky’s Embrace!

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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Amidst the Unknown Sands….

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…

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.

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…

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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