Sink beautifully, dear soul
In sauvignon silky threads' lore,
Wound as red as poppies
Shall be effaced from heart's rocky shore.

Gravity that pulls on thy depth,
Let it drink June's alchemy,
May the sun be with you
As you agape rain's anatomy.

Roses and ruins will deck,
The everglowing immortal's chasis,
You again will rise, dear soul -
Through thy mandatory metamorphosis...

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Swirling in essence of spring,
She lets go the flowery suffering.
Trumpet of nature broadcasts -
'If you can't die, then sing.'

She sings the blueberry song
Of heart's that's wild and strong,
Clarinet of clay declares -
'Being too soft ain't wrong.'

She wrongs the right of each,
She loses herself in glitch,
Setar of sky sets forth -
'Having no limit is rich.'

Whirling in greys of winter,
She lets go the icy anger.
Flute of frozen lake foretells,
'Repose is rally's harbinger!'

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It was so real before becoming a reverie,
She woke up reminiscing her echoverie.

Veilons in eyes winked at the grief,
Hope is a salvation? Or life's relief?

They talked to each other till figure eight,
And decided to follow what's seemingly not right.

It was a song before becoming some hums,
She woke up after one day, three autumns.

Vairriens in heart smirked at the green,
She was, there, but never got seen.

They talked to each other at a hesitant hour,
As if the food, fresh, would turn to sour.

It was everything before becoming nothing,
She woke up from sleep, kept on dreaming.

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Brush my cheeks,
Like a saoirse sunfeast,
May I get drowned in ukiyo!
Label my ribs,
As if they hold the gist,
Of my long-dreamt inizio...

Liora, my Liora -
Show me my seraphic ending,
Let those be happy
Who once cursed my aura,
And frowned at life lifing!

Dum spiro, spero
I lie on a whisper of faith,
Each step taken shall free the soul,
Even if I cannot see the wraith...

Jasmine, O Jasmine,
Decor my earthen catacomb,
You may glow
With thy perfumed blow,
As I rest completely numb.

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|| She Grows, She Glows ||

A spark flickering in the shadows of her life,
She takes the road sans luminara,
Throughout the woods she walks alone
Clinging onto a divine silfira...

Night's seraphity selenised
The unspoken grief of daybreak,
Pride takes over the sweat of hardships,
As success becomes life's namesake...

She runs and walk - in light and dark,
She crawls scribbling her heavenquill,
She sees the rays at end of ways,
And does realize the sonderveil-

Few perfumed flowers remain in her wishlist
Their crimson lingers in her cart-
A spirit of blooming grows in her soul,
Their solifloris bemuse her tranquil heart...

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My agony now needs a sanctuary,
The sonnet of the sea, the flame of the fire,
The commandless chaos and heartless desire,
Are paying the bills of life's actuary...

I shovel to repel the alamort fort,
Emerge in light O dear Vivienna!
Your soul's up the sky, your frame fails to follow,
The evigheden asterlayna...

It is a law before being a flaw-
Whatever is heavy will sink;
Buoyancy is science, hope is a reliance,
'All' takes the years and a blink!

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হয়তো পারিনি হতে এক অক্লান্ত পথিক,
জীবনের প্রতি পর্বে নিয়েছি লক্ষ অবকাশ,
সময় আমাকে শ্রান্ত করেছে অনাদিঅন্ত রণে,
সদ্য তারুণ্যের মাঝে তাই জ্বলন্ত সন্ন্যাস।

আমি প্রতিদিন হাসি, প্রতিদিন গাই, প্রতিদিন ভেঙে যাই,
আমি প্রত্যাশাদের স্বৈরাচারে নিত্য মরে যাই;
এক নিক্তিমাপা অল্পসুখের স্বল্প চাহিদায়,
আমি সাফল্য-ব্যর্থতার মাঝে দ্ব্যর্থতা সাজাই...

স্বীকৃতির খোঁজে যেদিন হারিয়েছে উল্লাস,
অনাবিল আনন্দের শুধু থেকেছে ইতিহাস,
আমি বাঁচিনি আর কোনোদিনও কেবল নিজের শর্তে,
এক উত্থান, এক পতন, ঘোরে মৃত্যুর আবর্তে।

আবারও সকল উর্জার মাঝে অক্ষয় হব আমি,
সমস্ত অন্বয়ের মাঝে অব্যয় হব আমি,
সকল নিত্যনতুন বঞ্চনার দীর্ঘ অন্তরালে
কোনো এক রিক্ত-সিক্ত আকাশের ধ্রুবতারা হব আমি...

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Darling,
You're my honey jar spell,
Summer's slow seduction.
Upon the heart's rosy canvas-
An aspyn-brush in action.

Like a buttercup's golden frame,
You are more than just a name
My soul has learned to recall;
Shadows swirl on strawberry sand,
Sonnet sways in elegy's hand,
Baby, my heart's thy dancing-hall!

A fiery fire you got to spin,
Touch my soul, baby, skin to skin,
You ain't a platonic love!
Let the bosoms be close & close,
Let my breath slowly touch thy nose,
All of you is my better half.

Soft as pollen, heavy as a dream,
Tune tonight my leafy violin,
Fill the form of future in
Thy lucid, flavoured & ivory ink.

Let the grief go by and by,
Let my lips go wet and shy,
You are the siren of sleek dreams,
My reverie's soft lullaby.

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Too overrated it seems,
Life is a lavender-dream.
Birth is the mauve sunrise,
Death - the violet extreme!

Syringe by syringe we draw
From redless humanity's claw,
Bluish desires of darkness
Claimed by 'Royalty' 's law.

Turns yellow alphabetic green,
Night is daybreaker's sin;
Call me an offbeat psycho,
I sleep to kill my dream...

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Let me document
The pinnacle of art
Upon thy journaling heart,
Where wind's cacophony
And nature's symphony
Act as a perennial flirt!

Setting Sun's sonnet
May take away thy bonnet
Along the billowy airs,
As you behold the plot
I would tie a knot,
To tame thy wanton layers...

Rule thy freedom
Oh dear bosom,
End may be nearer than known,
Somebody's dream
Is somebody's gloom,
It ain't what it is shown...

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