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The beautiful language
converse in noiseless notes.
Diving,dancing,
swimming and singing
Spreading its rhythm
on its transparent strings.
Voice of silence
crisp as frost,
clear as mirror
and articulate everything
in its perfect tranquility.
In front of silence
words are wrecked
as shattered alphabets
like broken pearls.
It screams and pleads
for an integration
just to fail and fall
on its fight of its own.
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I am an unknown sculptor
I am in love with the clay
of your unfinished pristine statuette.
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Avalanche of thoughts
Flooding and tossing
in the cold valley of mind.
It attacks by uneven edges
in all the seasons insensitively.
A sincere wish
to silence this tumultuous..
I sought refuge for an arena
where thoughts hardly exist.
The strongest desire made me
fall onto the lap of aurora.
The delicate calmness sucked
the coldness of clamor
that was deafening.
A soothing sensation
I felt never before.
Unattached completely
from everything, everyone.
The light, lightness and joy
I experienced is beyond words.
I could feel invisible wings
taking me to higher levels.
on the wings of aurora.
The luxurious tranquility
leading to fireworks
of blissful moments.
I wish to remain there forever
While making it as my eternal abode..!
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In the wee hours
when night bid adieu
sleep still residing in the lashes
refusing a formal withdrawal.
The canvas of horizon
turned an abstract painting
when soft rays of golden hue
sketch freshness of morning.
A stroll through the meadow
while sipping the dawn of wine
I paved darkness with my glance
as my whole being was in trance.
The moment was splendour
and I was in real wonder.
I saw tiny dew drops shed
from the bosom of nature.
It spreads on grass tips
as dancing glisten of pride.
Each droplet dangling with poise
Soberly carry a melancholic voice.
Their discreet pain goes unnoticed
as their beauty is hypnotized.
But their agonies often unheard
midst of fuzzy wind that is loud.
Despite, the muted sob conveys their woe
‘How they cling onto their fragile life’?
Did anyone ever notice?....
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Whole being is sprouted
with foliage of unwritten verses.
In eloquence vibration of the recitation is heard.
Impregnated passion of the poet pursue
for a benign aesthetic poetic indulgence.
A poet is forlorn and weighed down by insatiable urge
when unfinished poems trembling on the finger tips.
A poet is euphoric and randomly writes
Silhouette of classics as if doped
to conquer hearts by indelible imprints.
On full moon nights often he inhales the mist of moon
He listens to the whispers of stars and universe.
As a drunkard he gulps the ecstasy of ocean
and sleep serenely on the canopy of sky in aloof.
In spite, a hidden heralded purpose flame
his instinctive longing which is more than
just to saturate mere literary thirst.
The embedded vow of a poet refuses to succumb
Until, he signs his petition with his soulful blood.
For his blessed pen is a tool to voice and to escalate
the quandary of humanity by resigning
the reigning discrimination and injustice.
For he is capable of assimilating the vintage of virtues.
He is bestowed with sensitivity to gasp what his senses grasp
so never miss the unseen woes that drips as pearls of tears.
His ink never dries out of worshiping humanity and justice,
nor he is satisfied of admiring beauty, love, joy and peace.
For he is not only a poet but a destined warrior who fights
the tyranny of terrorism and razor casteism and racism with pen.
The soul of a poet is stirred whenever a woman’s respect is robbed
so his poetic prowess tries for a paradigm shift to regain her pride.
Before he wraps in his holy wrath
Before any hand tears his loyal petition
He assures to write and write until the judgement day comes.
It is a poet’s petition he meditated upon every moment.
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Let few dangling words be unsaid
Let them remain unspoken
For if all is said what will remain?..
Let few painful feelings be unexpressed
Let then remain in the heart
For if all is expressed what will remain?..
Let few bitter tears be unshed
Let then remain in the eyes..
For if all is shed what will remain?..
Let few awesome mysteries be unveiled..
Let them remain in our life..
For if all is revealed what will remain?..
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On the invisible screen
upon celestial wings
twilight of autumn moon
swinging gracefully
wooing millions and zillions.
At times she veils behind
passing clouds teasing
all the admiring glance.
Her raiment sways poetically
removing darkness from night.
She personifies romance
in the distinct of distance
flashing clandestine smile.
She is every poet's dream
Who loves to cherish
her charisma in silence.
Every onlooker is in trance
when the dazzling display of vision
disrobes all illusory fantasy.
She envisages piousness.
A poesy beyond lyrical form
shines eternally in perfect milieu.
© Maaaya Dev
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Fragments of moment
paddling swift and frenzy
through layers of present.
Filaments of passing time
wafting in evanescence
to get folded in the memory.
Oh fragile life
you are the remnants
etched in the illusion
squeezing frail reality
from misty ruckus
in mysetrous shade.
Beneath azure sky
On the bank of transience
rest, numerous existence
embedded with myraid dreams
and shed desperate selves
as fireflies hugging flames..
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Sky is shivering in the hazy attire
thousand sun’s rays unable to undress the mist.
Desire for a cajoling warm embrace
melt through passing clouds as dilemma.
Moon rays descending in the night
Under the lee it giggles as dreams.
The legend plays peek-a-boo in the distance
walking zigzag through clouds in hazy glimpse.
In the Orion, horizon is busy changing gown
where night is sleepy and the lashes blinking as dusk.
With all sensuality dusk drinking red wine of sinking sun
as if quenching the thirst of the sweaty afternoon.
In the celestial background fusion is playing
Ocean breeze singing ballads of love in the mirth
Thunders and lightening having orgy in the hush
moments exploding in the shadow of ecstasy.
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On a leisurely indulgence,
An innocuous volition creep,
And stimulate my senses.,
I remained agog for a while!
Myriad thoughts jostle in,
Refraining, refreshing,reforming
With neither rest, nor respite.,
I remained stoic for a while!
My sigh travels across a mile,
Towards the destination afar,
Perhaps with a yearn so dear.,
I remained restive for a while!
Midst of an intense silence,
I embrace my desire slyly,
Sway away my fears aside.,
I remained bold for a while!
In that moment of oblivion,
An artistry realm wide opened,
Onto a surface invisible,
I remained invincible for a while!
My heart sings,my soul dances,
When my fingers merged the flow,
Of unsaid words to the obvious.
I remained ecstatic for a while!!
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