On the land of Eden--
Rubbing our Souls for wildfire--
Ah!-- The burning Paradise--
Her luscious soul rushed over mine

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Life is a poem--
Written in an aesthetic ballad
It tests your toes--
On the highland of--
Iambic Verses
Don't know the ballet?
Just creep on the rhythm of--
Its feet,
For it never alliterates
Nah! You can't dodge its loop
To break its cryptic spell--
You've to sing the Meter--
Up to six--
Where every secret gets a rest

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The Epithalamium

I fancy-- my soul--
Holding the bouquet of daffodils--
Dance on the ill-fated ship--
On the Epithalamium-- we wrote--
In hope--
I would drink--
The nectar on your lips--
With your hands in mine

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Random

In a frozen month of December-
A window was left ajar
I couldn't hear the whisper on my door-
A breeze of chrysanths--
Singing too loud

She waited patiently--
The Sun was yet to go down
Trembling mortality--
Her crow cried out a lullaby

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I wish I were deaf-
I wouldn't be dwelling
Beneath the ground
But the Sun had to set-
To rise on the other side

Random

In a frozen month of December-
A window was left ajar
I couldn't hear the whisper on my door-
A breeze of chrysanths--
Singing too loud

She waited patiently--
The Sun was yet to go down
Trembling mortality--
Her crow cried out a lullaby

I wish I were deaf-
I wouldn't be dwelling
Beneath the ground
But the Sun had to set-
To rise on the other side

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Life: A Play
An uncertain Curtain frees—
The Spirit of Remorse
We— on the front seat—
Try to sit— untouched—

And, the Darkness engulfs
Our Brains— the easy hosts—
For we abandoned—
The Light of Blunder—

The Vision—
Leaps out and flees— the Play
Oh! Poor Souls—
The Play plays like a stream—

Then, the Souls in the Heavenly Ocean—
Regretting— the lost Spirit—
Vacate their seats—
And mourn for the closed Curtain

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Old work

When you are into someone--
You don't count the falling leaves--
Whether gold, red or brown
Your heart comes at a standstill--
In the calm brush of a breeze--
With the fragrance of love--
That shows the promised land of the Autumn

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Hopes are fading
Snow has frozen the rose
The warmth that I keep under the root--
May go deep--
As the winter grows--

Back to the spring of Feb--
Shining red-clad from head to toe;
My eyes went blank--
But I never fell with leaves--
though I didn't count the rest--

Summer was sweet;
Still painted in red
Budding warmth;
Brightened rose
What else could I wish for?

Wish I could dig deep--
At least up to six feet--
Shivering heart; no clothes
Wish I could see again--
Under the November rain--
The blooming rose

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Hunt me down--
With the sharp curve
of your soul
Let me be the smell of your prey--
It's the only fragrance of my love

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A jillion Caskets--
Empty--
The seedlings of poppies--
Hiding--
Beneath the Ashes of a Phoenix

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