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Wonderful wonders woven within wild.
Titillates theatrical tender thoughts
Consistently creation, contrives conservation concerns.
Ecology evolves equations, entitling entities essence.
Empowering equality, enlarges existence.
Life lovingly leases Longevity.
Biodiversity braces, blatant brutal balding.
Deforestation, destruction devoid due definition.
People physically, plundering planet.
Prevalently procuring, products proscribed
Pilfering practices producing poisonous pollutants.
Greenhouse gases generated, generously grievous.
Temperate temperature’s tempers tumultuous.
Creating Climate changes, causing catastrophes.
Planet purges peril predominately.
Preached, placid platitudes, politicians podiums paced.
loved lives logged listed lost.
Lacuna languished, lessons least learnt.
Losing Life lingers, listing leeward lazily.
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Dementia has taken hold of my mind.
There is nothing, my reasoning controls.
Sorry for my demeanor.
I don't mean to hurt anyone.
Its paralysis of my thinking mind.
Please forgive my deeds.
They are insane and unkind.
I did not know that my subconscious mind,
Can take control.
I hardly remember any event in my life.
There are some, that I recognise.
Just the deeply etched impressions.
Most of the time, I am not me.
I became somebody, I do not know.
I cannot even wish, that my will to live, will end.
My reasoning is demented.
I wish that they are not so unkind.
My loved ones suffer the ignominy.
If I had my senses intact.
I would have rewritten history.
It’s a shame that in this 21st century.
There are no solutions for this bane.
Euthanasia is not prescribed by law,
Nor can I self destruct.
There is no justice from above or below.
Just feel I am suspended in time.
I cannot imagine what I can’t.
I cannot express what I want.
No guilt no shame,
what wrong have I done,
To exist in this parallel universe.
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I am single, a blatant lie !
N o encumbrance, another lie !
T his is a confession, under oath.
H eart of the matter, is what you are.
E nslave you to my heart’s desire.
M uch treasures you possess, than I desire.
O ften misconstrued to be offbeat character.
O ver zealous in every aspect of life.
D esirious of love in every sense.
F aith in self, incomplete.
O bfuscated by love denied.
R einforced by my love sublime.
L oved, but only once.
O ften confused for lust
V engeance is mine sayeth my heart.
E ntwined tween passions of my heart and soul.
A ssigned so my passions don't go astray.
G one are the days that felt sane.
A lways in my mind your image stays.
I mpregnated by the love, of those tender days.
N ow I am just, begging you to stay…?
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The summer winds caress my skin.
Teardrops like squeezed lemon drops spill.
A joy ride down my cheeks.
Joy emancipated from sadness speaks
Splash, it splatters on the ground.
A crown like structure in slow motion seen.
Life cannot tarry, to embrace.
A little care, a little concern.
Love needs constant care.
But life is too busy looking fair.
A day has no divide.
No night or day defined.
Just doing my best, looking good.
My life is a unread book.
Money power within my fist.
Dreams are within my reach.
If only I can purchase my vision.
Like when I was a kid.
As a kid my prince swept me off my feet.
Was Caressed and cuddled and spoilt.
My dreams retold before I sleep.
I slept peacefully cuddling my dreams.
Knowing, I was within the reach, of his powerful arms.
Always there to break my fall.
Growing up was so swell, so much fun.
All my passions like roller coaster ride, up and down.
Teenage trauma like actors on a stage.
Well scripted parts Played.
Dialogues written by likes of Shakespeare in his plays.
Memories kept in my notepad archived.
Password protected from curious minds.
Visiting the saloon as often as I could.
Changing fashion to suite the current style.
Movies, picnics, sleepovers and dates.
Boys will be boys, society said.
I was strong enough to defend myself of their carnal need.
And time passes by defining my fate.
Now I am a grown up woman in full bloom.
My career well defined.
Insecurities in this world of Patriarchy everyday face.
Lewd remarks of macho fashion brace.
Learnt to brave these obnoxious moments day after day.
My moral fiber strengthened beyond grace.
But somewhere, deep within myself there is this void.
Need for love of a different kind.
The warm embrace of arms to comfort me.
Strength of arms to catch my fall.
Nimble fingers to caress and cuddle me.
A kind voice to strengthen me when l am weak.
A gentle voice that can whisper words of love.
A heart that can love me for what I am.
In books and movies have known of this type.
But in real life, I doubt, I can really find, that kind?
If, I should wait..? I don’t mind the wait.
And suffer, ignominy of society.
Do I follow the doctrine of natural selection..?
I don't think so..! My heart and soul have a mind if their own.
And so it shall be.
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Doubt is anonymous.
It's (more) synonymous,
to the fairer sex.
It's a, in built feature,
of possessiveness.
A default setting,
of mother nature.
Selfish at times,
devoid of broader vision.
Natural defense mechanism;
that activates when love
is not reciprocated.
Just a shadow of affection,
towards another.
Can cast aspirations,
of doubt in the mind.
Seizing, the moment;
of weakness.
Mr. Jealousy, smoothly;
Waltz into her heart.
For nature has cast;
him as a villain,
in life's play.
Bestowed, with the dubious,
gift of 'conviction'.
He plants the seed,
of doubt in her heart.
Tormenting her night and day.
She's just humane.
Blessed, as such,
to be the fairer sex.
Her heart just crumbles.
She starts hearing,
music in her ear.
The rythym of blues,
That's so hauntingly addictive.
Takes her to desolate places.
Insecurity takes her toll.
And plays mind games with her.
Mirages, take control,
of doubting mind.
She is losing her grip,
on the railing of her trust.
From where, she was hanging.
Having slipped, from the deck,
of the sinking ship, of hope.
As her grip loosens,
her mind abandons her.
Slowly; but surely,
she's slipping into the dark,
unfathomable abyss.
And as she slips into void.
She reminiscence.
Wonderful days of her life:
On a cruise ship,
she was sailing.
A voyage so alluring,
happiness and joy,
her constant company.
She blissfully,
slept the nights away.
Dreaming about,
the wonderful days ahead.
A life, filled with unending;
love, with her chosen one.
Her love was waiting,
for her with open arms:
on a sandy shore.
Cupid's arrows spring fourth,
and strike the target with precision.
Venus she quivers, with jealousy.
Erotica spreads her wings,
and soars into the winds.
And sprinkles
her stardust in the sky.
Her heart would tingle.
She'll feel weak in her limbs.
Her whole body will shudder.
A symphony in agony and ecstasy.
Garnished with a dash of love.
Drizzle of sex and little sprinkle of lust .
And little twist of sweetness from the lips.
Enchanting life with immortality.
That's bliss so sublime.
That Picasso's colours,
have lost their hues.
And Beethoven's,
music sounds off tune.
She feels the rapid beating,
of her gentle heart,.
the heaving of her soft breast.
And the pounding of his chest,
against her breast.
Her ecstasy reaches the crescendo,
And plummets back to the ground.
As the rippled, sensation generated;
in her loins, subside in concentric waves.
She completely encapsulated,
with unyielding love.
Where there is no time or space.
Emancipation from the Mortal kind.
Manna from the heaven above.
The gift ordained,
by the wonderful,
handiwork, of the Creator.
The, only physical thing that exists,
free of any encumbrance.
So spiritual, it cannot be experienced,
without passion.
They lie in each other arms,
Savouring extreme rapture,
Of the ecstasy.
Devoid of expectations,
of any kind.
Just a prologue,
to procreation,
epilogue to life.
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My gentle soul,
my shepherd in my solitary days.
Speaks to me each day.
Concerning my deeds committed.
I hold you culpable for all affliction.
But I give you your due:
You are:
R - Rationale for my craving.
E - Encyclopedia of my mind.
A - Author of my life.
S - Specter that shows the way.
O - Ode to my experiences.
N - Never-ending story.
F - Force that strengthens me.
O - Opulence of my character.
R - Rudder of my ship.
L - Love that I never found.
I - Infatuation of my heart.
V - Vision that haunts me.
I - Introvert within me.
N - Never-ending story.
G - Guest of my faculty.
You commit treason against human kind.
You are not visible to the naked eye.
You delve deep within myself.
You are the custodian of my life.
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INTELLECTUAL HEART
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A scholar can be prosperous.
An intellectual heart is divine.
Twins, a million miles apart.
Parallel they trek, the rugged road.
Its only if and when they meet.
Burden of life's journey is eased.
Refuse their union?
Your soul will be scarred!
and can never be at peace.
Let not; your mind, alone; lead your life.
Mind is filled with things material.
You were not born with astuteness.
It’s the input, that’s in your mind.
Riddled of things that are unclear.
Fear dulls, your logic every day.
Superstition, she plays her evil part.
divorcing the heart and mind apart.
Wisdom she loses her sense.
Listen to your murmuring heart.
She is guided by your soul.
Every reasoning is well defined.
Expresses the zeal of HER DESIRE.
JUST LISTEN TO YOUR ACHING SOUL.
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Congratulations for the win.
Its great honour sharing this august dias with thee.
Be it even a honourable mention, still a win.
Thank all participants who are the driving force
to such contests.
I am filled with much glee.
just an infant, in this site.
Firstly, I thank my childhood friend,
she stood firm like a rock, besides me.
Encouraging me to post my doodling,
and share it with society.
Since I kept these doodlings to myself,
stored in my smart phone's memory.
Thank you all great poets.
Who gave such good reviews.
That motivates me by fueling my thoughts,
to meaningful words, creating those imagery.
I thank poetess Linda, for sponsoring this contest.
Which gave me an opportunity to present my doodlings,
encouraging me to further my poetic expedition.
Finally I thank the inventor of qwerty pad.
Since I hated pen and paper.
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Always felt in my heart, we were in ...........Love
Tried my best to express, but got..............delayed
Wonder, if any chance there......................is
To express my feelings now, for you my......love
I brazenly agree, my love for you, I...........denied
Guilty, I am of this evil called.....................Machismo
More to blame, is my lust to fame...............and
the fury to steady my future.......................career
These materialistic needs clearly.................impairs
The simplistic need of my heart's................vision
Let us put aside the past and stay................Reunited
Never realized, I was always yours, my.........love
Promise, I shall remain true to you...............forever
Fire, our passions, to always brightly............remain
Forever fresh, as, at the start, our love.........sublime
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Expectations brimming.
Nostalgia of my hurt.
Dismantling my mind.
My love was sincere.
I did not know to loll.
Just simple minded me.
The earth my solitude fends.
Sky my dreams suspend.
Breeze consoles my soul.
Gently catching my fall.
Tears forget to weep.
Heart's memory asleep.
My heart continues to beat.
An involuntary feat.
I shall survive my life’s revelry.
Its just a matter of wild debauchery.
Orgy of love a dance with lust.
Tryst with life reasoning, I cannot control.
If by living, I can even touch one soul.
Then, there may not be anything more.
I would have achieved, something that I adore.
A tragedy of my life, a litany of my soul.
Like sun burnt leaves crushed under my feet.
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