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The Butterfly's Ballad

I get a glimpse of you A soft hue of light lavender rising in my dawn Gliding fervently in sun-kissed breeze An ephemeral beauty enchanting the depths of these caramel eyes Your purple wings flaunt in whimsical ballad Sprinkling evanescent dew across the embers of my heart And I feel it,a florescent flutter tickling my bare shoulder chasing the back of my neck teasing in wistful wonder My blushed smile preserves the moment of your tender brush across the silk peach of my cheek Of your fervent kiss fading in ethereal bliss An unspoiled warmth of softened touch upon the almond scent of my hair My heart captures the seconds before those iridescent wings fly high in sheer splendor to crimson blossoms which bloom which sway,which bleed their rose which wrap their thorns around my feet,around my hand So I would not follow your shimmering dust on promised paths of rainbow's pastels So I would not find you in the faraway land Yet,here I am, On autumn's carpet I mark my footprints Yet,here I come So close to you Yes,here I stand.


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Ballad of Love

As the chandelier dances with lustrous light.
Eras of still slumber awoken...from fluid dreams,
...in the depths of her confines...hibernating..
..fermenting her taste...timeless beauty.
 
Legends of vineyards past...uncorked.
Poured into existence by a charming present sommelier..
The bubbling prelude enters...a smoke filled scene.

Her sparkling silhouette...emerges on a silver platter.
...of her bottled mystery of decades past.

Penning the inception of empty chapters of glass...
..with her sweet tasting presence...
...nervously sweating condensation.
Fulfilling the myths of bottled beauty of life’s unknowns.
Overflowing the pages...in liquid stanzas 
...of dazzling passion.

Her legacy manifests...scripting an ardent saga,
Staining the aura of pleasant reality.
Shining elegantly...while striding across marble floors.
Echoing...soft chronicles of champagne light.

Love, a crimson...virgin berry...plucked from vineyards afar..
...bottled for aging beauty...filled to the capacity of his clear figure..
While passionately...embraced by his fragileness of crystal arms. 
...in the ballad of wine and glass.


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The Blue Ballad

Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers.
Speaks an incomprehensible raspy language to subconscious;
Mind unaware,eyes chained to where blue meets azure.
Mourning waves wailing past sorrows unforgettable.

Scorching sun above witness, time's healing ointment
Calms sloshing, turns to gurgling, frothing & silence.
Waves' heights mark decibels, joy & pain quantified,expressed.
Wisened serene waters meditate,singing soothing hymns
To lone hearts seeking life's meanings in the abstract.

Descending  blanket of darkness muffles frolicking surf.
Agony laden screams, writhing to escape clutch of terrors
Unknown. The blue deepens, murky black leaves sea affected.
Penance of shouting, weeping & sobbing at the altar
Of solitude, fruits into return of pristine innocence.Rebooted.

Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers,
Carriers of secret messages,unheard stories & salty tears.
Caressing sleeping ears, rise,rise to the sounds of the sea.
Rise...rise soon for a new Blue Ballad lies in wait.
                                  -©Viraj Shah 30.11.2013


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The Ballad of Travis the Knight

Travis was not tired one bit, he had no intention of sleeping.
He desired more than blankets and covers, and the promises his sheets lay keeping.
In bed, he squirmed, as the candlelight burned, he tossed and turned on his side.
-Oh that he could be someone, somewhere far away, he could be Sir Travis, the Knight.
"Gather round this table" he'd bellow to all, "a dragon approaches the town!"
While villagers trembled, the brave ran away, but Sir Travis, the knight, stood his ground.
This dragon blew flames of blue from his mouth, not a pupil was seen in stare.
But Sir Travis approached, undeterred by smoke, and the fury awaiting him there.
 Black were the wings of the serpent whose talons were known to cut armor.
Swift was Sir Travis, his shield, unyielding as sure as his galloping charger.  
Fields of wheat were blown back from the impact of sword ringing notes against claw.
Songs sung by creatures of flight were silenced amidst the screaming and brew ha.
A dust hurricane strained to obscure the view from the townspeople watching outside.
The noise and the power unleashed from both sides ensured there was not a dry eye.
And from the cacophony a silhouette formed and a figure emerged from the ashes.
Triumphant, our savior, his sword raised, there was that brave Knight called Sir Travis.
And the villagers cheered and the trumpets sang tributes of many  peaceful times to come.
And tales were told of Sir Travis' Dragon and passed down from the old to the young. 
-Yet, that night, Travis was not tired one bit, and he had no intention of sleeping.
He desired more than blankets and covers, and the promises his sheets lay keeping.
but to his bed he returned, as the candlelight burned; he lay down and closed his eyes,
As the moon smiled in phase, he again became someone, somewhere far away.. 
He was Sir Travis.
Sir Travis, the Knight.


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A Ballad of Fading Flesh

Under your skin lies a new body, 
a body so perfect you'd skin 
yourself if you knew how sublime 
existence could be with such 
perfect, shimmering and angular 
pulchritude. 

The same practice works with 
your mind. Just get rid of it, 
(a shotgun works well, or an icepick) 
and another will grow back in 
a few days, one without any of 
the prejudice, hatred, jealousy or 
fear 
of your old mind. 

The old mind goes to mind school, 
and learns how to not be a piece 
of sh*t. 
Then, it gets inserted into the open 
and waiting cranial cavity of a 
newborn Kamchatkan tribesman. 
This process is known 
as 'brain-birth.' 

Hopefully the Kamchatkans 
will never discover that 
their precious ritual 
is little more than 
psychosomatic thrift shopping.


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The Ballad of an Unconventional Man


The highest amongst all creatures,
A man
A human being
God’s own creation!

An unconventional man
I,
A man who doesn’t compare with others,
I
The lowest form of being,
I, 
The shallowest of the any race!
Immorality
Towers before me, and hold me in contempt;
Delinquency
Circled by the blackest clouds;
Misdeeds
Cloaked into the darkest mist!

An unconventional man
I,
Who doesn’t mince words,
Never did and never will,
I,
Who doesn’t care for pats on my back,
I,
Who defied all odds with words that stuns
Truthful words whom others doesn’t dare to utter.
While I am the black sheep,
Yet with a sincere heart,
With all mistakes and wrong decisions,
I,
Who keeps surviving,
The hypocrisy,
The hatred
The mocking
The absence!

An unconventional man
Who mistakenly died once,
Should not have resurrected,
Should have stayed dead,
Decomposing slowly behind the computer screen,
While watching others making fools of themselves.
The highest amongst all creatures,
A man
A human being
God’s own creation!


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a december ballad

Do you ever feel as though
No matter what you do 
You’ll never be as good 
As those who’re viewing you

And the songs about the same 
To which ever day you move
Time grants you space to mood
And  melodies to sooth 

Yet you stand so far distant
That no one knows you’re gone

Having laughter next to smiles
Brings us back 
To being orphans as a child
I’ll sit next to you for a while 

Run, Run
As fast as we can
No one really
Can stand a plan

And no one knows you’re gone

Here’s to another chapter written
Impurities of a young one missing
Hidden beneath the stars 
I lost myself to comfort sitting at your bar

Stripped the strings from your guitar
Did you forget to show them your scars
Seems you’ve come so far
And they ask you, whom you are 

Still no one knows you’re gone 

“When all you have is you 
I hope you find yourself 
Along the way”


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mediterranean ballad

her eyes is as rich as olives
her curves as delicate as a pear
her hair as the trickling waterfall
her skin as tan
her scent is olives, pomegranate, peaches, strawberries, and raspberries
her love drowns me in fire
if i can only be with her
only just for a minute
my life is complete