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Shahid S. Poem
A thousand whispers echo,
at the end of the unending abyss.
Million are the doubts along,
numerous are perceptive degrees.
Sinking in the gyrating seduction,
deracinating subconsciously indeed.
wandering amidst the chaotic sea,
Ignorance seems like a bliss.
Darkness whispers when life surrenders,
And the world has to decry.
Engulfed in the symphonic doom,
The Black Rose emerges free.
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Shahid S. Poem
With the drooping sunshine,
So we fly.
Waving to the burning hills,
Do we say goodbye?
Deforming clouds encompasses the horizons,
Reforming itself to strange compositions.
So grotesque is the sight of freezing moon,
a spell it spreads, spreads with magnifications.
The dying light spreads an enigma away so high,
It peeks through the dark clouds, as we pass by.
The trauma passes away,
waving at us with a loud sigh.
Like eagles, we watch the dance of the ocean,
Mesmerised in music,
Of falling sky.
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Shahid S. Poem
Few lessons to learn,
From the echoes of past.
Some music of dance,
To emancipate yourself.
A silent river,
Encircled the green grass.
A moment to contemplate yourself.
Like circles of shadows,
Amidst the chaos.
As death whispers,
Like scintillating echoes.
So simple is the life,
So silent is your pursuit.
A mighty leap of time,
And a failed attempt to excruciate yourself.
A few lessons forgotten,
A few forsaken dreams.
The adrenaline of free fall,
Like life at its extremes.
The adventure of life created,
Just a deception to liberate yourself
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Wandering amidst the cosmic pieces,
the tiny star moves ahead.
shadowing along nature's quest,
and surpassing nature's tiniest thread.
With the sharpest vibration,
it manoeuvres above the galactic abyss.
Entrapped, in the gravity of celestial charade.
Distorting the restrictions,
it pulsates to the gates.
a sound so unknown drives away,
A sonic boom so makes it insurgent.
encompassed in the harmony,
it crafts up the path to end.
surrounded with the galaxies,
dancing to the tune of the triad.
Vibrating pulses thrill the cosmic bed,
a mystic nature the light creates.
gazing at the end of an abyss,
the tiny star starts to emancipate.
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The song of love,
is a sweet syndrome.
The song of love
is a way back home.
A music obscured,
Is the colour red.
Or is it dark?
As sweet as choclate.
So we wander,
Along the Riverside.
Or creating symphony,
As we glide.
A million harmonies,
The life creates.
As we walk through,
We start to renunciate.
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Shahid S. Poem
Trapped in a consciousness freezing constantly,
burning with the sun under the dense cold tree.
Astounding, so grounding, surmounting you go,
Applauding, intending, pretending indeed.
Dancing with the ocean with submerged bare feet,
The very quest of nature, u barely can see.
So are you a seeker, of the very true degree,
Walking atop the twigs, of a rhyming old tree.
Numbers so scattered around although they do agree,
So is the locus of nature, a progressive fabonacchi.
Am I a slave of material world or I so am free,
Deep in search of freedom, so webbed are we.
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Shahid S. Poem
Glitters
So we wander,
with the enormity of the silent universe.
So we surrender,
to the disrupting lines of nature's verse.
Away we fly with the converging horizons,
aback it takes us like the flowing turf.
As the demons, we fly,
over the mighty heap of silvers.
we always have a chance,
but we barely can reach the silent rivers.
The flight to the hill,
brings a surge of strange Mesmer,
and indulged are we,
to the glimpses of glitters.
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Shahid S. Poem
Oppugnant and invert,
are the faces of consciousness,
so systematically permuted,
are the intergalactic fences.
When talking to nature,
walking the trails of great explorers,
while taking a troll around,
and submerging in those dances.
Distinct is the face of nature,
For the man, machine and transients,
A play it is, of the heavenly pieces,
of perfect music, what are the chances?
The musings of nature, so calm, quiet, divine,
An art is it all about, a collection of strange instances.
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Like million waves of melancholic music,
Surpassing the consciousness,
Like a Traumatizing muse.
Consistent chaotic translucent perceptions,
An age of wandering afoot with deceptions.
They walk amidst a synchronized loop,
Creating deceptive,
Or surrealistic tunes.
A universe of sentiments, so nostalgic,
In the veracious, vicarious,
Vibrantly glowing moon.
They dance to the tunes of musical ocean,
Enhancing, so growing,
Like a colorful lagoon.
They crawl in to their fundamentality,
Immersed, submerged,
As the embraced sand dunes.
And the music melancholic, so alcoholic,
Unrelenting, recommencing,
Persistent, preservant, perpetual monsoon.
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Over and over we watch along,
Over the river like musing of a folk song.
Higher and higher they take a leap,
The more applauding, and more strong.
System of crosses distorted to core,
a million harmonies echo through the song.
Like dispersing colours, they dance, they sing,
emerging from nature, and ever oblong.
Marching amidst the shadows of destruction,
finding the ways in interminable intrusions.
waving away from the eyes of truth,
As a civilization is emerging among.
The verge of fall is intensive, deceptive,
a wave of the ocean is where they belong.
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