Journey is perilous, in the valleys of love
Perplexingly menacing, these alleys of love
I'm listening, Madman! Take my little hand!
Ravagement and destruction, results of love.

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Journey is treacherous, in the valleys of love
Mystifyingly threatening are the alleys of love
But, Lo! Man undig, what is buried,
And lacerated hearts drink only from founts of love!

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Digging into the bosom of a nuturing earth
Baring exotic treasures of yore
Exposed pearls of wisdom from ancestral lore
Gems to uplift a drooping soul!

Foraging through the warm womb
Darkness did get dispelled
A fount of shimmering gold emerged
Illuminating a glorious world!

Those footsteps across the beams of time
Beacons lighting the ephemeral pathway
Ushering us onwards on a voyage of discovery
To an ultimate haven of blissful ecstasy!

Orion

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But, Alas!
Blood-streaks ran down
The furrowed lines
Of my calloused palm,
Inhuming the remnants
Of your salubrious name,
To float the wrecked ship of this excruciating life
In the boisterous water of pathless destiny,
Till the trackless death is abroad.

©Barsha Kumar

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Dangerous are the pathways of love
Open to the machinations of love
Seeking ever to rise to passionate heights
Tumultuous remain the throes of love

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Left with the remnants of your salubrious name
A bruised heart utilized them as a salve
For the callouses destiny furrowed on grieving palms
Cherishing broken dreams etched by
Once timid reeds of tensile fleece!

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Seeking succour in the ole tavern of love
The last dregs of pain drained away
Raising a toast to the fortune of my heart
I spilled the rusted goblet brimming with the blood of the past!

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All the traces of life
In my lifeless body
Were about to surrender; finally
To the mighty clutches of slumber
When I sensed
With my faint senses
The alluring music
Of your footsteps
Played on the Santoors of night
To hand me over
Again to a spell of insomnia
How much more
Should I pity
My own plight
Even my dream to dream you
Isn't willing to deck my pillow;

I was again cheated
By the sarcastic waves
Of midnight zephyrs.

© Flop Poet

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Awake at the night
Farway from a blink
I might sound crazy,
That's me dreaming you.

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Calm me down
with your hug

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