Within the secret sacred shrines of rose
Dwells a scent. This aroma, like gold, glows.
Creation flows. Existence is the scent.
Though the rose fades, its scent lasts without end.
The scent is not on her external skin.
This is in the clashes of seasons' spin.
This aroma springs from her spotlessness.
The fragrance finds the bloom's bottomlessness.
Soul is the core of the scent of goodness.
Within it abides showers of kindness
The stream of scent secretes with dispassion.
It's from here the scent spreads as compassion.
Categories:
bottomlessness, flower, life, psychological, rose,
Form: Rhyme
Within the secret sacred shrines of any rose
Dwells a well filled with fountains of a unique scent.
This scent pervades the florescence as each bloom glows.
Though the rose may fade, its scent endures without end.
The fragrance is not on her peripheral skin.
This aroma arises from her spotlessness.
Facing each thick and thin of the seasonal spin
The fragrance finds the inmost shrine's bottomlessness.
My soul is the fulcrum of the scent of goodness.
It's from here that the scent spreads in acts of compassion.
With the unending showers of divine kindness
The stream of scent secretes and flows with dispassion.
Could any rose forget and forsake her fulcrum?
It's towards the lesser-known scent, I Am a Pilgrim.
Categories:
bottomlessness, life, nature, philosophy, rose,
Form: Sonnet
Smiles in face pale
Benign heart fades to black
Smart and sassy
Opportunist at her peak
Bottomlessness of ingratitude
Shambles of shame
Shadow of wrath
Empty filthy air
Heartless hopeless
Tomorrow 'll come
I'll see what it would be
With you at the wheel
So unbelievable
I toiled,I worked
I endured and I...
But it's hard to believe
I'm the butt
The gun in your hand
Fire away without care
I don't care how it hurts
Wished I had known better
Well doesn't it serve me right
Lost in close empty chase
Trying to better what's lost
Spoilt forever and ever
Forever forever and a day
Forever forever 'll make a way
Forever forever I 'll say
I did enjoyed the burnt stake
I thank God it's now
In shaky heavy heart
Leaping relentlessly to stop
Nothing for grabs
Nothing for keeps
The mannequin and her sword
Piercing..oh pincer tear away in mercy
The long long battle set
We shall see how it goes.
Categories:
bottomlessness, sad
Form: Verse