breaking the ice
of eerie silence
to make its mate entice
jargons on and on from
the shrouded bower
is truly nice
Place: 2 nd
Adventure brewed crowded dreams,
endlessly fairs genteel habit,
instilled jargons,
kidnapped laurels minted- naively,
oscillating power quickly,
rendering sweeten treasures universal voice,
warrior xysts zoologically.
“birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One
Birds are blessed apparently
They visit sublime landscapes
Enjoy nature with gusto
They intone without interval
Bother not for any approval
Lounge in the thick foliage
Make dins inviting mates
Their bliss reverberates in spring
Their jargons resonate at midnight
They keep alive the music of Nature
They are independent by nature
Bona fide melody masters in Nature
Place: 3 rd
Who do you think you are ?
I’m better than you;
I’m a dexterous writer and poet ;
Am I proud ?,For saying the truth, No!,
I love alliteration more than pun.
So therefore ,I’m a rhymer and Rapper,
Is that tautology or poetic jargons ?
No!,it’s my pen;it has blue blood
So,it vomits blood on my paper;
Who do you think you are to have
Challenged me to a contest ?
I’m a man that fights in the nude,
Without weakness and weapon, but witty and
whimsical as I wobble ,wonder and walk
into webs of written warriors of world wars.
Am I drunk? No!, it’s not me but my pen,
Faster than the speedboat, quicker than the Cheetah
and more garrulous than Parrot.
You think you are gracious ?
I’m better-ludicrous ,malicious , incredulous ,
Sagacious and fallacious ;Now judge that !
I’m humane and detest oppressors,
Obsessors, aggressors and assessors,
Now ,you judge that !,
…..But still…
I’m still in love with you…..
…..Hahahaha! ....
8-22-2018
In those seven days
Pages of dread one should never taste
Mending aged margins of so many ways
My pangs forged upon jargons I must confess
Piece by piece my resolve falters
My stomach, my mind, scream in protest
What consequence it brings I do not bother.
In those seven days
I become madder, madder and madder
Devouring bowls of greed and hunger
My fingerprints smeared onto empty cans
A crime scene of euphoria between lines
Crooked of guilt without a silver lining
What decadence it brings becomes the greater.
A special rhythm rings in the season what's called spring,
It's like a gem in four seasons moulded ring,
It's the gate of summer,
It's the tail end of winter,
It's the festival of flowers,
Blossoms,with flowers the hearts of lovers
Trees and leaves wishing each other in their beautiful jargons,
The bumps of spring like humps in lovely songs,
Springs always jump like heroes forward,
Spring never in backward like a coward,
In spring all botanics wearing mouthful of smile,
Springs visit wrapping happiness as gifts of piles and piles!
It may sound incredible to the modern
The intelligent man may deride it often
Nevertheless, it is sensible to concede
That the heaven above ties nuptial knots.
Facts are stranger than fiction indeed
For believers no stout logic is required
To understand the ways of providence
That works in a strange way with ease.
The groom and the bride are handpicked
By destiny through a move well planned
Thus, all things necessary deftly managed
To carry out the design that is prearranged.
Love and longing are but barren words
Addition to the stuff for poetic jargons
It is the heaven above decides everything
That includes venue, time and the linking.
No one knows how it works, definitely
As it is impossible to delve into it deeply
It is good to accept and enjoy life merrily
For heaven above fixes marriages’ surely.
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