TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE
STAR
2.I have the habit of
looking at smiles
with a poet’s eye…….
For I ken pain
in the pleasure I give
and derive from the words
which coagulate to approximate
in a way which witnesses my
soul’s sway---me when
she
sees going through ignominy
of her insouciance………
her eyes askance
long for heavenly trance,
when the arrival of instance
becomes a cerebral constance.
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3.My melancholy…..
My soul’s solitude
sojourning me to your
“constantine” thought servitude.
How when I pen with
A degree of certitude
A ceaseless constancy
always follows me with
clairvoyant accuracy.
You who shoo away
all void with your soul’s sway
I moving in a fit of drama-driven
nonchalance fall into the
blocks of jigsaw puzzle
absorbed in the aura of
celestial razzle-dazzle.
The celebrated muzzle velocity
may procrastinate me
for life-I, a perpetual
peddler of
neo-nascent atrocity
still would fail to justify
my moody gait with
any sane degree of alacrity.
Queer evangelism………
When brought to focused fore
may bring in interest driven
materialism which may look
similar to any mundane chore.
I, still with steely determination
move in with a brisk bonhomie
filled madness which may help
sometime in navigation……….
The utter need of the hour
is to keep the exterior cool,
calm, spick and span…
and the interior on its
own steam would be
in tune with LAN & WAN.
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4. Thoughts move onnnnn
paper brown……..
when you smile
all sorrows drown
death meets life…
joys overpower strife…
I accompany my pen…
wherever You have even an
iota of pain………body
yours……down with days’
mundane chores or your
soul which in “her” fathomless
depth, washes my………
thoughts’ shores………
Cataclysmic, calamitious…
All earthly vibrations…
Participation of soulular
visitation …still why to
wallow when thoughts
curvy moving on…..
labyrinthine maze
go topsy-turvy.
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