The Sacred Voyage

Stranded on smoldering shore is a cerulean-skinned Sea Nymph  Betrayed in peekaboo, Nymph's tail was bitten by a shark  Hence, Nymph imposed self-exile,  Lived under disguise in cosmopolitan isle.   Once she saw a…
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Patience

Every canvas of nature, an alluring patient tale Flora and Fauna, keep pouring into that holy grail How do I commence this verse, is an arduous question? Each word ought to be justified, opines the prologue's accession Top…
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The Sacred Voyage

Stranded on smoldering shore is a cerulean-skinned Sea Nymph Betrayed in peekaboo, Nymph's tail was bitten by a shark. Hence, Nymph imposed self-exile, Lived under disguise in cosmopolitan isle. Once she saw a paper-boat,…
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Arcane Aura

Everything, an arcane constellation Was my story included, will the cumulus unfold some day! Beautiful dawns are gradually sculpted perhaps, And the clay is continually stirred by the wheel.…
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Minuscule Pantomime

Her eyes felt some itchiness, they have been blinking, to sieve that queerness, a bit more... Queerness which caressed her since a few days now... Moistened her dreary linings, for some Suns, at least... even as…
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Drizzle

It’s been drizzling in me... Certainly, I am trying to scale the time period. Your next question could be that, isn't it? To capture its time, travel and the circumference, covered or conquered... Diameters and longitudes,…
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Lockdown

Another combustible day Some inflamed breakfast porridge Some simmering enraged lentils Served alongside, some meek bland rice Slump into our gullets. Destinies applauded, not one morsel wasted Chosen mortals, greater…
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Light House

His fingers quiver, they touch Folds worn by her nape. Gaze sits, stirring impish glances Into a doppelganger, A rigid tonic called caution, Gobbled at brusque bends. When glints of a pole star fell, Ripples of her heart affirmed,…
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Conscience: A Wind Chime

A ripple brimming lake, Since first amber glimpse. Serves wisdom broth, In an incendiary ribcage. Broth topples, Its soliloquy, trickles into the next stanza. Under some moons, hedgehog blanket Clasps... In other dawns,…
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Stop Those Freedom Cannons

That guilt reeking dusk he gulps, with some smouldering sighs His abrased chisel seethes, dungeon door writhed  He (the sculptor) cherished her nudgy prayers for a few morsels  She, a mute urchin, mutilated again, by those heinous…
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