Elating Breaths of Someone.

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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.

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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 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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One more Time…..

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One more time…..

Let me don my wings, I desire to fly;

And surge to summits of bluey sky.

Let me suspire the spirited up air,

And freely ramble everywhere.

Let me Hi five the splendid sun;

And diddle with rays, just for fun.

One more time…..

Let me buss the orphic moon;

And whistle a song to the silver boon.

Let me carry a crazy dance and dine;

And get drunk in the crescent shine.

Let me wink at twinkling stars;

And holler ‘Hello’ to neighboring Mars.

One more time…..

Let me pigment the white cloud, gray;

And escort the driblets mark their way.

Let me smell the swamped soil in rain;

And craft a 🙂 on misty window pane.

Let me unwrap earth’s drape of brown;

And see it cloaked in complete green.

One more time…..

Let me lap up the crystal dew;

And cast myself in the foggy view.

Let me bumble with the wicked waves;

And ring my name amidst rocky caves.

Let me perch on a calm sandy beach;

And hoard the shells, one kind, each.

One more time…..

Let me wipe up the grime of mind;

And discharge the clutter and unwind.

Let me brush off my sorrow asides;

And sweetly hum in felicity, besides.

Let my spirit spring up by itself;

And live my righteous role as MYSELF.


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The Saline Mischief !

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Gestating in my heart, in my eyes you lay,
Lasting on my cheeks, on my lips you fray.
Comporting the tales of gray and gay,
The tears dance in pain and love, any way.

As though the moon, in my eyes you wax and wane
I beg your pardon……………, why do you drain?
You imbue me to the core, like a fervid rain
Devising me sane, and so insane, again.

My trusts, dreams and ruth you reflect
Of course, my insecurities so disgust.
Mouthing my scathe, my tongue has slept
Giving no voice, you flow silent and perfect.

Of compassion and sympathy you speak,
Ever on your toes, to disgorge for the meek.
To satiate, my worked up voids you seek
Of longing and loss, so bleak.

You are the river in which I drown
And the bridgework in my emotive town.
You are the epitome of my tacit mourn,
Purifying to the brim, and boldness I adorn.

Of my soul, you embody the antiquity,
The sanctified and unspeakable nobility.
You prompt me of my blanked out ability
And I compass the shoring of my divine stability.

I ramble in the stinging deserts of heart, aloof
Alike an aplomb, you en-grain in me, a gravid relief.
Empty one more time, beef up my belief
Flood in one more time and enact the saline mischief!