In the mid summer hues
Oh in the Kingdom of thee
Pillars of lust so lofty
Dither boneless men like bees
Only to mesmerise the seer
For its beauty & valhallain
A fine glass of amethyst
Toped to its impious brim
With a prime vermouth
Titillated with placid fervours
Vexed in secular cravings
Fellated into an ebullience
Oh shrivel mankind
Categories:
fervours, allusion,
Form: Classicism
Once I was one of
The lustrous yarn,
The yarn that echoes
As the bird flew.
I embellish the magnificence
Of the feathered friend.
Then came the tempest.
The force that tethered me
To the woolly love
Sank in its turbulent power.
I was imposed to move away.
I flew far
But recollection coddled me
With feelings.
Emotions always vaporised me
And I slid by the rhythm of air.
Me, the stable one
In the body of the beauty
Moves around without stability.
This unsteadiness crafted me
With the strong sentiments
Of the past.
I passed numerous
Lands, hills and valleys.
I forgot where am I.
I glared down.
Out of the blue,
I saw a pointing finger
Of a father
And gazing eyes
Of a son.
Both directed towards me.
They were in a deep talk
Which would be a lamp
In the prodigy’s life.
The father’s speech
Had seemed like this –
Behold the quill.
You may have various facilities
Which fervours to be
Praised, raised and rejoiced
In each nook of the world.
But let the thought-
The magnate’s weight
Is like the feather
-regorges in your life.
These words were the thread
That fastened me to the wavy air
Which helped me
To run my pulse
With the blow.
Categories:
fervours, emotions,
Form: Personification
PASS YOUR HAND
Pass your hand over
The face where I suspect
Some salamander song
Of passions and dreary touch.
Eternity to the eyelids
And dark blossoms to the lips
The perspiration on the brow
When changed to the petals.
Passing your hand over
The face do not bare
Cold paled bleached air
The long turrets
Flayed apart
By finger butts
Sweet as a lark.
Born of waters I was
The child sprung of earth
Taught by the winds
A fearless song
Sought by the multitudes
The thistle and the rose
Nor did a beggar sworn
The fervours of venus or saturn
The proud spirit only did stare
Face to face in the darkened pattern.
Categories:
fervours, dedication, relationship,
Form: Romanticism
Huddled up at the edge of my seat,
the first day started with me so forlorn..
Glancing around so lost and beat,
desperately wishing for a miracle to be born..
Something allured the corner of my eyes,
and there she was, my first crush..
I who believed first sight love were all lies,
was transfixed at the spot all blushed and red..
Minutes snowballed incessantly to hours,
as i spent the day instilled by this new found power..
Bright and beautiful was she with her lovely scent,
which i swear would make Venus pout and pant..
The year went by like a fast moving stream,
neither did i harden up nor did i squeam..
What really mattered was that i got wiser
with time and reconsidered my fervours..
The day arrived which i dreaded the most,
which was supposed to warm up the frost,
and reconcile envious souls lost..
She was just not someone in my life,
it dawned upon me all too late..
Still i strained myself to say goodbye,
realizing how she evaded my days from ill fate..
And there i was faking a smile,
despite our split screen sadness..
which i learnt days after awhile,
that she had underwent the same harness..
Of my heart over hers and hers over mine..
Categories:
fervours, lost love, love, school,
Form: I do not know?
Pass your hand over
The face where I suspect
Some salamander song
Of passions and dreary touch.
Eternity to the eyelids
And dark blossoms to the lips
The perspiration on the brow
When changed to the petals.
Passing your hand over
The face do not bare
Cold paled bleached air
The long turrets
Flayed apart
By finger butts
Sweet as a lark.
Born of waters I was
The child sprung of earth
Taught by the winds
A fearless song
Sought by the multitudes
The thistle and the rose
Nor did a beggar sworn
The fervours of venus or saturn
The proud spirit only did stare
Face to face in the darkened pattern.
Categories:
fervours, imagination, introspection, life
Form: Verse