Mellifluous tune arrives
On the wings of melody
Anklets of rhythm beats
Then the symphony begins


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Your scent is an aphrodisiac, Darlin'
To me, you're every rose garden's essence

In dawn's early breeze, your misty fragrance
Wafts to me n' caress me with monsoon's air

In dusk's color deluge on the welkin, your hue
Spreads 'round me with a tinge of lemony scent


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A bookmark is a timeless key
Kept betwixt the pages of infinite ink
To relive the supreme ache of love
As much as one can, while
The blood runs dry n' heart turns cold

As life shuttles forgetfulness n' memories
Some parts, best felt yet short lived
Deserves to be read again n' again
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O beloved ! Your chapter in my life
The KUBLA KHAN poetry of illusionary passion

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Shared dreams, how will we make them true ?
When days are my dreams n' nights are yours
In my mind's eye, a perfect sunrise gleams
In yours, maybe a moonlight is glittering
How will we share the golden n' the silver ?

Shared dreams, how will we sow them together?
When the land under our feet is distant n' distinct to feel ?
The land I own is a drought zone, rains only my wishes
The land of yours is marshy, yet you're thirsty for rain
How will we plough them to sow the seeds of gathered love?


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Umbrage to hide
Notions neon
Spacing through veins
Armoured heart
Incessantly beat
Drastic threat to peace

Words cuffed, roams all
Ov'r me, squirm in
Red poetry and my
Darlin's periphery


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Planted as a sapling young
The tree of youth flourished
Withstanding time and seasons
Mere corpse of a dead tree

Leaves withered without adieu
Wind whispered, " you're time is Nigh"
Yet sweet Thames soothed him
Awaiting eternal rest, not spring

Immortality is a curse
Lamenting never ceased 
The Tiresian tree yearned 
For a drop of mortal love


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Viscious ways to
muddle in your life



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Altruistic amendments
to assure your safety

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An old photograph, bronze tinted 
Slumbered in the album of gone time
Sparked a firework of nostalgia 
Feuillemort feels in the attic of memory 

One that is not mine, yet surreally so
Prior to my existence, a trigger of bliss
Fondness, familiarity, bond by blood 
I have a memory with this photograph 

Creased edges, coffee-stained color
Borders, blurry frames but bright smile
A goddess of her time and surely forever
Mismatching hues yet a majestic queen


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Peace is a
quenchable desire


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The thirst for peace
never ceases 

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My measured smile is a sonnet of confusion
Iambic pentameter strictly sliced up as sectors
Screaming chaos in an orchestra of perfection
An unstressed tear followed by a stressed laughter


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