_THE FINAL GLANCE_

The corse sunk in blood,
An arm stretched out wearily.
The other hand, harrowing to haul the corpse;
Ill-fated, he sat beside me.
Clenching my hand- strained.

Feeling inundated in the red carpet
Pleaded him to flee.
Closed my eyes, invoking, everything to disappear.

Opened to find me, carried by the Demiurge, in his arms, firm---
I gazed back, to see him for the end time now.
There he was, seated in his favourite lawn- puffed with red roses;
And, teaching his lad to wave at me.

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-Ode to Thee-

I
He build his boat and began his sail,
He cherished his boat and forgot the ordeal;
A little did he knew about the globetrot deal.
The boat forgot her circuit, when he took his eyes off the trail.

O Sailor! O Sailor! Wake up- and keep a watch.
The boat has ran like a wild horse,
Clasp her free!

II
She found her sailor and began her explore,
She relished the escape and neglected the ordeal;
A little did she knew about the squall deal.
She depended on her sailor, and took her sight off the sea's floor.

O Boat! O Boat! Rise up- and keep a watch.
Your sailor is now an old horse,
Guide him flee!

III
Long forgotten the oracle- that the profanity will store.
Once the Boat and the Sailor, gain's the shore.

O Sailor! O Boat! Keep up- your pace
We need to get past the shore, before the sun raise.
The wave of crew, put their conviction on, thee.

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_CHAPTER_

What is 'Life'?
'Life' is an 'Act', with Scenes in it.
'Life' is an 'Act', with Personas in it.
Yes, even Tú are a persona, here.

What is it's 'Purpose'?
The Scenes, constitute the various phases of 'Life', which evolves.
The Personas, remain constant. Not all of them but, few. Till the 'End'.
And, your mantle in the 'Act', is a vital one- Tú are the, 'Key Player', here.

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Unseen wounds mar much!

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From now on, no one will wait for me to come home early, or hug me when I need the warmth the most, or chide me when I create the tension. And, love? I hardly remember getting that, now.

From now on I will be an 'empty body'!

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I cannot Poetize,
Nor can I get to the Depth.

Still it frames Poetry;
To keep the Strength.

Does it make any Sense?
It is just a craft from, NonSense!

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I saw a dream,
A pulchritudinous dream.

Perhaps 'some dream', can never be fulfilled.

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"We dream of a life
borrowed from the sea,
to nudge the
summit of the hill."

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Both of your parts are being Neglected by You.

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Just like a WOMEN'S bag•••
A WOMEN'S heart is full of SECRETS.

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