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What do selfish wants and gruesome lies do to a human? The stature of a human being falls below any level and exhibits the egocentric character. For once, the person descends into the pit of suffocation, where conscience plays its role,hereafter.

The Monologue of a covetous gambler !

 

gossip I in the corridor of lies,

dwells where the queen

burning in envy bright…

the timid , quiet truth sits in a corner

watching the powerful blow

might of the false emperor…

sometimes withered , sometimes cornered

the creeper of truth can’t grasp

firmly the wall of belief,

falls it, hopelessly,

while dig I the roots

underneath the soil mature…

The world reckons ,my stature

I , covetous gambler.

 

Oh! what’s this!

why am I suffocating , what smoke is this

filling the corridor…?

Alas! Is it my own selfish endeavor

in burning the roots of verity

I char my own … fingers.


 

Isn’t the orchid pale today or

the azure lost its hues in frosty weather

the pink lilies too

seem dull

when the dusk appears little purple than

the scarlet pier…usual

forgotten in dead remains

as ashes they scatter in dust

reminiscences of the beloveds

who died one fateful night

last summer…

again prevails the same climate

transforms the camouflage of

flowers and world

Tis the sky who alone

remembers the fury

repercussions of war

in cold blooded atmosphere…

sulks the orchid tonight…

purple appears the crimson lover

stained in blood drops

dried and desiccated as humans of universe.

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whence shall I be freed from the bondage of destiny
in blind clutches,
tied securely with strings
Breathlessly the body sinks,
ageing with the duties endlessly…
the cluster of orchids drooped
whilst I was busy in the chores of world
not once I got to touch the
enchanteur
failed the effort…
nothing earned…
why does the lonely nightingale then sing
song of solitude in melancholy
there’s a melody in her voice
inside the four walls
she sings and dies.
 
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red-winged blackbird

alive remain we, until grounded,

in depths of soil, as we are rooted.

a moment takes to uproot the base,

dry the leaves of existence, life devastates.

 

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The setting sun today spoke

of tragedies and sorrows

amidst the life of a day

the goblet of fire too

weeps at conjecture

left when its beloved in arms of the night miserable

who engulfs,

the sweetness of melody,

the music of nature of its arrival…

haunting the innocent birds to their nests

shivers the sky

man trembles…

O! human, you knoweth not,

I worry for my beloved,

the immaculate earth, untill the next day ,

when I return

of the nights terror…

she sleeps alone, cuddling ,

while the sky cries,

the earth gets misty…

Alas! I must leave

you

to the fate of your own destiny.

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I love to watch the flying bird
who has the strength to soar higher
regardless of strong winds
manages
to flap the wings
and stay there more…
through the thick clouds
in the high skies, is its flight
hovering over huge mountains
the avian
like a free soul glides.
when will the heart scot free
flying over distant hills
when shall the limits and bonds
vanish,tie which the soul
to a post
in chains of imprisoning.
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shone the glow of your face in shimmering sparkles
Ya !  I am stupefied, charmed
by the smile of your grandeur…
Floweth like wind,
who caressing the soft temple
my brows are jealous
whisked out quickly the
kiss between their splendor.

the penetrating feel of
the affection,
a simple peck
imprinted on wall of adoration.

oh! I melted in seconds
transformed the frigid nature
like fragments of dew,I
disperse and mingle
with the dancing breeze amateur.

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rumblings few
cannot deter the elan
the zeal borne out of enthusiasm
and charm
betwixt the intervals by trepid  interruptions
wins the way , Thou! solitary heart…

Thou, hath seen enough storms
tornadoes
that wreck and leave torn
yet thy ship has sailed through
turbulence , with faith and courage ,
in every voyage…

when piercing words like darts
poisoned
and bled the
innocent heart
Thou! solitary heart
like a calm breeze
soothed
the bruises of thyself
with divine charm

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O! Thee, my ignorant mind seeks the light
there’s darkness everywhere,
knowledge flourishes,
learned is man,
who is the learner,dies the inquisitiveness…
Speaks every mouth,
who doth listen,
forgets the vision, to observe
ears deafen …
O! Thee,
searches my ignorant mind
for the lustrous flower
whose fragrance shall wipe away
worries and ego of power…
Amidst the clouded thoughts and views
of the intellectuals,
I, stand alone
look for that light of wisdom
illumines and kindles
the lost conscience of every soul and enliven.
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Who knoweth the serrated pangs

of the piercing of poisoned dart

Alas! it pierced and pierced.

That nostalgia of the suffocating breath

memories flash in  visuals

history held the pen in hand

 bleed the pages…

prior being written.

the shrill and softness of the yearn

the quivering voice ,lost in sunburn,

drips through the sides with sweat or raindrops

as the oozing blood from the bruised heart gets frozen…

Brush, I aside the reason,

why and what for,should such happen,

isn’t trust , the jewel of faith,

blind how can be then a soul of reason…

wounded which my existence by charring words

turning me to ash,

…ablaze my integrity and conscience…

I sunk in oblivion

Knoweth not the world

neither can e’er

wish I, the sun dawns

when the ephemeral second arrives

stand when we across…and the mirror shines

Till then thou ! and me shall remain away

from the clutches of time…

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