About Me

!nversed Poignancy!

...I am an eclectic amalgamation of many seemingly paradoxical things. This can be exemplified in both my seemingly endless persistance on many topics and arguments, as well as my careful cautiousness on other topics and arguments. This is largely due to how astute I am of the topic: more knowledge, more persistant; less knowledge, obviously more cautious. I also have times of obsessive compulsions regarding certain things (mostly just my thoughts, however)...

Life and Death

!nversed Poignancy!

Life

An assembly

Possibly impossible

Perfectly interchangeable..

Death

That lives most upright

Beyond the unspoken

Neither a squiggle nor a quibble..

She and Me

!nversed Poignancy!

She

A daffodil

Tyrannizer of me

Breaking the colors of dusk!..

Me

The rising sun

Infringed with violations

The impurity in the salt..

Love and Poetry!

!nversed Poignancy!

Love

A puerile desire

Buried in the heart

Never leaves..

Poetry

Sentimentally melodramatic

Cursively recursive

My thoughts idiotic!




Eight poisonous cabbages

One garden of Eden
Thousand viles of barbarism
Stirring pang among a million souls..

Now let a billion hands get together
Hold a zillion placards
White background, black ink
One single cry
Through three bold words,
"Please Stop Terrorism!"
.
.
.


A plea against terror..
(Hope it doest go in vain..)

Condolences to the family and friends of the souls that were laid to rest due to the brutal act of terror..


The intensely blue night
On a ludicrous laughter
Along the lines of lucent's calm blink
Thats shedding its darkness on the lonely moon's twink.

In the balcony,
An open blast of chilled ethers
Peeping into my dark room
Overwhelming its prodigy from the constellations of heavens..

The blue-black sky as calm as ever,
Spreading its bosom over the dawn of the moon
Now,acting as the arbitrator..
Between lights laughter and the darks play..

The breeze is fresh
Permeated by redolence.
The flowers too, begins its shadow practices
Trying to over par the breeze with its fragrances heavenly..

Sigh!
It had me all for tears
I really dont know what's happening in me

An infinite peace on the soul?
Or is it a dream that ruining my peepers foul?

Bedazzled I lie..
On my fourpostered berth
Quibbling between a reality and a dream..




Life

An assembly
Possibly impossible
Perfectly interchangeable..

Me
The rising sun
Infringed with violations
The impurity in the salt..

You
A daffodil
Tyrannizer of me
Breaking the colors of dusk!..

Love
A puerile desire
Buried in the heart
Lost in a stagy..

Pain
Bruises sans bleed
Mocking at the exit
Never leaves..

Death
That lives most upright
Beyond the unspoken
Neither a squiggle nor a quibble..

Poetry
Sentimentally melodramatic
Cursively recursive
My thoughts idiotic!




Fragrances and hopes emanate,
Awakening the desire within.
The parchements fly-fluttering in animations
As Verses hold fables-in an ethereal treat..

Once again the golden hue shimmers
Another new dawn sparked and awake
The zephyrs of the ink kiss the parchments velvettes
As the millions of emotions within-stirr in retreat..

Lying besides the sleeping horizon,
Rejoicing the welkins around,
I slipped into this heavenly harmonica
Filling the latent quiscences of bliss..

And thus,
The twinges fell,
The hope rose,
Resurrecting the poetry in me..


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