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Iris in the pupil of the mother cat's eye
turns golden red,with irritable pry.
Her engineer boss,admirable and witty
in an iota of time,caught her little orangey
went away,in an excellent costly Porsche,
impressive sound it emits per se.
The mother's heart knocks out anxiously
to beg her generous master,genially
"kindly, return the apple of my eye"
and bring over the lost order without a sigh.
Absurd it is ! how can anyone appreciate
this kink,towards a mother's right !!
Written on : 8/7/2016
Time taken to write:2 hrs
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For ever, I heard the cavernous rumblings
The truce, the battle, to find , to choose
My misty pathway, unknown, indefinite
Yes, the tattooed carvings , I see
On the tree of my life, crystal clear
The spur, the muse, the magic wand
Blessing me to stride, the course
To scribble, the unvoiced stories
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The efflorescent dream to imbue
my opulent languor,whose ripples
vestigial,untoward,hissing,waving
the dalliance quite sneaky peaky.
Is it the murmur of a mellifluous song
yet to be sung by the divine entity!
Is it the penumbra of an ethereal beauty
soothing my bosom with its eternal charm !
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M Me
Y You.
B Bonding.
O One day
S So unfair
O Only
M Me.
F Far Away.
R Rest
I In
E Eternity.
N Now on
D Dear.
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Oh! A shilly-shally puzzle it is
an oracle's unfulfilled prophecy
a snarl of vagrant kind it is.
A riddle quite hazy to resolve.
May the impending morrows,
untangle this weird rune.
May the tale bearer blurt out
the augury of my future.
Can it be a mirth or gloom?
The all knowing superior deity
laughs at my uncanny anxiety.
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Drizzles of wine drops, poured from your cauldron
showered upon me, like water from a fountain
heralding and ensuing its blossom in my heart.
Nights and days I use my wizards to conceal it.
Departure, so sour yet sweet forced me to contemplate,
years for me were harbingers piercing to ripen it.
Protruded it unknowingly after much swelling and pain
fathoms so deep,asks me to keep you to my bosom.
A feeling ineffable force me, to confess it.
I hate a redemption from this, lest is it a doom!
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You stood before me
Like a beauty I have never known
Shown me all your shades
From green to red to yellow
Each moment I saw you
I am baffled by your charm.
That lovely squirrel and the nest,
You have sheltered them
All through the wind and rain.
Now when your leaves fade
Might move to the burrow.
See you after all the three again
Goodbye till then mighty charm!
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In the meadow of silence,
sat I, lonely and despair.
Heard a voice, so sweet
it was a twittering bird.
In the valley of darkness
sat I, barren and desolate.
Felt a touch, so cold
it was the heavenly breeze.
In the sea of life
sat I, empty and thirsty.
Saw an oasis, so unique
it was my best treasure.
Amazing, thee and thy wonderland
full of joy and wisdom
my heart quenched to reach there
to make my knowledge splendor.
Universe and stars of mystery
led me into the enchanted world.
Far and near, bottom and summit
shines thy pure love and grace.
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Thoughts commenced in me
like a train of rain drops.
Tried I to make them alive
But scattered they,hither and thither.
Disturbed me again
like thunder and storms.
Tried I to make them ablaze
but they seemed locked in a cellar.
Mind,the thriller of life
longed to get hold of it.
Thoughts the creator of love and hatred
galloped away from it.
Minutes and hours it suffocate me
days and weeks it strangulates me.
Months and years it questions me
now i have an answer for them.
Those who can make their thoughts alive
are more bestowed in life.
For life,come out of them
like lava erupting from an volcano!
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In spite of the despot, I reached there
like an obstinate roaring lion
to strike the crystal ball, in vain
they laughed at me, my passion.
In the glimpse of light, I murmured
to myself, not to fear, not to tremble
for, this is the sky of your life!
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