The bud which was,
Yet to blossom,
In the lap of earth.
Is now imprinting,
It's,
Ascendancy in the cradle,
Of creator's of heaven.

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They try to remind me of Keats

When he says that a thing of beauty is a joy forever

And tell me, preaching with their transient beliefs

That inked words are forever

And that if you gotta have something for ever

You better make it pretty

You better make it complex

For cubes, mazes appeal only till they're solvable

So why leave people with  simple answers

When your 26 alphabets can ponder with a million questions

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I wanted to write something on this,
But I can never beat Keats' lovely line :

"The poetry of Earth is never dead".

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Your breath is music to my ears.

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Daffodils Keats Failed To Touch

It is not unknown to humans
how poetry emerges—
not a rocket science, nothing to excite scientists
no nitpicking, no clichés, no cold refusals
but imagine Keats out of his twenty five years of life
loving Fanny Brawne from his heart
and past Endymion sitting atop his table
a fable about world's geography
where he touches Daffodils and name them
crucial requirements of love
And oh, what a beauty it will be ~
a joy of forever bringing him into world
once again and asking if he considers himself beautiful ~
surviving in books, and letters,
and in arms of his lover who will be alive, smiling,
her eyes honey coloured, her dress with puffed sleeves
and will be standing nose to nose
the large flowers of daffodils.

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Ode to Mother

(In Caption)

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We continue to crave for them...
But those who leaves us never comes back...

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Today marks the birth anniversary of one of my favorite poets, Keats.

"The poetry of Earth is never dead" - - John Keats.



If not for your writings, the world would have been a less beautiful place.

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// Ode to Keats //

Like a flower yet to bloom
And a fragrance yet to settle
Taken away mercilessly
From the garden of Life.

(on this day, John Keats
One of the finest
Romantic poets
Died aged just 25)

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The most handsome young of the early time who died a miraculous death and left the world spellbound and sob uncontrollably,
My dear KEATS....

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