The said hieroglyphics drove into the night,
Racked up its mystery, then parted and swiped,
Bellowed at suspicion and candid eye sight,
To foster fomented a reasoned parallax, piped.
Left to right, oppositely for contrite poise,
Firm doors open keen, quick ready pens,
Horizontal alignment - or vertical repose noise,
A quiet supposition leaks to radiate slight dens.
Nowhere are the changers and the dyes,
Tainting for pleasure with respect full in heart,
The sound of footsteps - here, there, with eyes,
Demarcating foundations from glittery art.
The ben is there - detected and rye, sucking,
Shuffling previous dust beside dirt untouched,
The crazy ones create the world for bucking:
Reason defines the fibre, with mesh touched.
now in beta
down through
theta leading to
delta
i realize
vibrations
of my
muse
and i
never want
her to stop
talking to me
oppositely
phenomenally
my ears want to
hear even
whispering
from existing
lip movements
to actual mouth
shapes that sound
like i think
she said
wait but
what if
she said
weight and
that
i am a
burden
she
wants
to take
instead of
always to
be giving
a vacation
and so didn't
say, "Dream of
me" but
"Dramamin"
so i without any
can't
go where
she's going
your panty
shield is
your
defense
i dont
mind
condoning
the con
dom
your planetary
coordinates
are toward
the South
where i'm
the North
but isn't it
even not
an if
scientIFically
that we were
meant to be
being polar
oppositely
attracted
When I smiled at you,
I worshiped you,
You responded with the same,
Because you knew…
Silently, I loved you softly,
But! I didn’t seize you once,
Love bounced reversely,
Tears shouted, entreating you.
Heart appealed to bear its beats,
Expected to reach thy spirit,
Guessed! Couldn’t draw to thy eyes,
Got you once, you left me once.
Trapped in spider-webs around,
Tried to drip out each emotion,
I felt for you.
Why was it too late?
Swear! I urged to god:
Was It right to act?
Brain and heart worked oppositely,
Unable to conclude it all
The one I admired was a fake.
Guts crushed into millions,
I consoled myself:
Someday, your essence will come.
I don’t wait for thy sign now,
To dig up thy sensations everyday
Get away from my mirror.
Let the doors of heart be closed!!!
I cried today.
Not because I missed you,
But I realized:
I am going to be alright without you…
A sweet heartbreaking poem:
Dedicated to whom who lost their world in love…
But don’t ever be disheartened because world is too vast.
By: Shrishty Shrivastava
“X” std
Barrenness hovers
extending its diseased dimness from the past
overshadowing the joyful happiness of hope that should have thrived residence within
the current deserted reality in silence
gradually defiling penetrations from the speed of light
absorbing silent the speed of sound
devouring the echoes, presences, moments and times of the present and future
while the ideal future lingers its presence reflecting
in haunting translucent pigmented release
in the contrasting mirage
oppositely beneath…..
Curtains open in Bastion's Castle...
Fortification of great entertainment
designed for a full range of distraction.
It's still in good fashion....
Curtains designed at the hempline,
short and cute they flank their faces,
avoiding voids in centered spaces.
Flat and low to the ground encloses
host of a Court in the round.exposes...
Cut that station it's just too a.cute!
Bastian plays in a structured flute.
Flanked gorgeous this Demi-Goddess
of irregular poly.songs wall.us.
~Don't scare us~
The Curtains just opened. And fair it is!
Oppositely nefarious and rather glorious
is a Shakespeare.Ein version of the Obvious.
~A Stage Called Hilarious~