Distance

From a distance,
Even nonsense makes some sense;
If you get too close,
You become blind, I suppose.

So, let there be a little space
And you will feel the lasting grace.

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There is many a splash and slip,
Between the heart and the pen's tip!

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Beauty
(Be Not Proud)


Beauty, be not proud,
Next summer is seldom allowed;
Love all 'whethers' stays
Deep December and mad Mays.

Beauty, be not proud,
The lustre once is woed;
Love, once it's struck,
No autumns the perfume can pluck.

Beauty, be not proud,
You ain't there, if not loved.

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It's That Time of the Year
(A Shakespearean Sonnet)


It's that time of the year when flowers bloom,
And trees new twigs sprout, and men their doubts doubt;
New hopes again Spring, and replace cold gloom,
Seeds are buried deep for new beauty bout.

Stone, soil, with the spirit of Spring infused,
Come to life, and stream joys pure, unjaundiced;
Birds sing full-throttle, skyey reign bemused,
Lovelorns faith farm to be conformists.

Old lovers, born under sheer faulty stars,
Now face the brunt of Spring's simmering curse;
Sensuous season pries open their scars,
Their fated separations become worse.

It's that time of the year, fair is unfair,
Sultry become couples, sore singles jeer.

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The first time
you smiled back
at me

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I am finding myself
betwixt a splash of grin and dab of grief
weighing with the shudder shoulders.
Where one carries me in the spring of mirth
in which I swim in the stream of joy.
Where as the other plunges me into the surge of sadness
in which I delve deep within.
But a mass of hues enlightens and strengthens my will.
Least I understood a sharp thorn cradles a beautiful rose.

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There ain't no teacher but Beauty,
The Genesis of all Morality:
From naught to all Infinity.

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The Relics of Romance

A tattered heart,
An insane mind;
A dog's picture, kind,
A bedsheet torn apart.

A faceless face,
A screenshot promise;
(An Infinity amiss),
A 'dirty diverted' grace.

A shared loyalty,
A nameless name;
A forever blame,
An unpaid royalty.

A half-broken marriage,
Love's ugly miscarriage.

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Human capacity often expands,
And never betrays:
A stray expectation, off-hands,
(In Divine take-aways)!

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(February Haiku)



Two short thy sojourn,
Too much I shall for Thee yearn:
Till leap year to mourn.

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