Xenophobia Fear seethed in reluctance, Rinsed in the stream of laziness, Conception donating annoyance, Aggression and guts embroidered with thoughtlessness. Offspring set for war, Migrants to fall by his sword. Vice versa, the crescendo swings, As revenge inflects its melody. Wails seconded by wrath, Atmosphere littered with emotions, Confetti of joy by cowardice drawn, ContractsContinueContinue reading “Xenophobia”
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Órtos
I swear to thee, by season’s crazed weapon, That squeezes life out of choices’ favor. By the seductive magnet of the hay, That distorts holiness of the yet day. By figures scribbled by the light’ning, Concealed by the cloak of the lofty mists. By the lyrics of the dusk in octaves, Maintained in melody, rhythmicContinueContinue reading “Órtos”
None Of Me
Confetti of emotions Dripping from my cloud, For promises like oceans, That’d swept me off the ground. Bonfire promises basked in sulphur, Smogged silly soaring shea. Cupid on the horse, Cussing and nagging, Remonstrating why I did fall, For an hysterical hypnotism. Giving all of me, Made me seem stupid. Kablooey kaiser, quoit quota queen,ContinueContinue reading “None Of Me”
Blur…
Melting like foams massaged By the eye of the heaven, Hung heart drifts into lack. 19:09:08:18:36
Inertia
When at first I gave my heart, Like when the earth thirst And the sky weeps a cup I seemed as a fool, Trailing in gay to his doom. Like the willing woods, Poking to the fire their tongues. Night and day, I’ve got a word to say, But like the day to the storm,ContinueContinue reading “Inertia”
I Am A Sorcerer
I Am A Sorcerer Alakazam taunting the hearts till blood Drips at intervals, begetting a flood That gulps and sweeps iota of courage Into the dam of dread; brooding by age. Hearts in confetti hanging on wish wall, Hyper sensitive dehydrated galls. Incantations weilded by severed tongues, Nectar of vexations with pleasant touch, Hearts luredContinueContinue reading “I Am A Sorcerer”
Humming Sorrow
Humming Sorrow (Replaces ‘a’ with ‘q’) Seeping smogged smithereens in mqrrows, Cqllous pqin hums hymnql sorrow: Junk jive embroidered with crescendoes, Rough rhythms in reefs grow Qs the offshoot red glow. Eqrs fqr qwqy heqrd The music crescendoes bled. Into pity, heqrts moved. Sixth octqve, notes improved. Teqrs trqiling trqcks, Pqin pqsting pqts, Music meltingContinueContinue reading “Humming Sorrow”
A Folktale II
The heaven with purpl’d eyes looked across The window of the hung clouds as day dawn: Very hot it shone – scaring soles from earth. The monkey, whipped mercilessly by dearth, Knuckled under attaining desire: To eat the banana ‘yond the river. The dillema that tucked him under wish, Was but his inability to swim.ContinueContinue reading “A Folktale II”
Juxtaposition III
Juxtaposition III I Her beauty is like the dawn of the day, Gentle and mild, pricking the strings of hay, In such melody that outweighs the hearts, Bewitching all mouths to move in her art. Even the sun grudge thy lofty beauty, That she stay awhile, you to keep beaming. II Like the ocean inContinueContinue reading “Juxtaposition III”
Ancestral Trail 