Long Palliate Poems

Impeccant,
 of non-textual matters
 one’s covered flesh,
 and hidden embrasure’
 as diffusate primer
 slips life’s veil, and
 in agitated pontlevis,
 cleaves the universe’ reason…
 “Egads! What sorcery is this?”
 Holy heart failure, Batman!
 “Beavis and...

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In a session of shower
I send two lines in whatsapp
And wait for some flowers
To bring me a bird seated on a second
If not on hours 


Why no bee yet
Is the other window now
Tired of alphabet
Or...

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There is a cruel desolation these days in death
No comfort in congregational crowds.
Fear crackles on every street corner 
With wary social distancing  observed
On the wards,the lives of victims and carers
Held in healing and helpless...

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Intense and absurd is the ecstatic sorrow of Fall,
Could it be ephemeral craze or the rust within my mind?
Easeful summers and beatific springs placate my angst… 
Balmy feral winters palliate my soul and my sense,...

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O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances; 

O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the hummock, and thy throat...

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Who loves those days when the sun is hazed 
and the seas unruffled with its mirrored glaze
showing every ripple and fish that moves 
in the currents stream swept surface ooze.
 
And the tide on the...

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Beakers ready, gentlemen,
titration calibrated to the critical degree;
unveil the poetry distilled
until reagents strike at all the barriers
that we erect in love, in agony,
in little niches, shadowy within  the walls
along the course to home.

The night...

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Heartbroken can’t express the grief
Fingers cannot contain the torrent of tears

Justified to feel fractious
Fractious but without justice

The moil of sleeplessness
An anxiety of tragedy, the tight, oppressive grip

Grief Management, or so it’s called
Manage grief? Palliate this...

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Her lips red like honey sweet where they split
Hair color of amber that is sunlit
Eyes shine like diamonds when fires of soul they lit
So deep the abyss in them would fit

Those eyes can see so...

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Here within this mid-majors town, their driving her homeless down....
Chasing the broken children hearts, all about ? Truth, amid his Babylon's 
Historic terms aside from such razzle dazzle hypocritic apostasy ? Vanguard's
Vexation degree and, philosophies:...

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Vexed by your effrontery
Little pieces of my
Heart die every time
That I Reminiscence  
About the recent past
Memories of your
Cruel demeanor
Are haunting me
Needing you to
Elucidate your
Actions so that
There will finally 
Be a cessation 
Of the cruciation...

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