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#BEAUTY

He gazed,he gazed and he gazed.

In search of capturing words

Only to find none

The sabre,they say,is part of the swordman

The anvil makes the blacksmith

And the words make the wordsmith

How come he wanes on a such poetic night?

For beauty is an allurer and twister of the soul

Sometimes, she exhumes poesies from the deepest grave

And smears them unto hearts

Sometimes,she makes popinjays dumb

The eater becomes eatable

Beauty inspires,it also fades

Beauty is craved and it’s also wasted

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Sperale

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#ANOTHER

You should not be disquieted by the gruesome thoughts of another. Remember,you are not responsible for what goes on in the head of another. Ice cream is sweat but its an allergy for another. So,move past the sad moments caused by another.

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Sperale

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PHOENIX

Upon those smouldering sands,

Where a thousand crevices laid,

Bordered by mosses and myrtles,

Where the seas roared and the crows cackled.

Upon those rocks,

Where the adders passed the stormy nights,

And the Dryads gaze upon lover’s fest.

Upon those pyres,

Where the Phoenix basked in the euphoria of the sun,

Pinning away in to smithereens.

Upon those ashes,

Shall be the rise.

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Sperale

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SHORES

The sea tempestuously rages

The river calmly stretches

And the shores unflinchingly stand

In thunderstorms,in fiery nights and when the earth quakes

Her waters totter placidly

As the crabs crawl cravingly to its creeky hole

And free of freckly filths

As the mindful monk in his monastery

She could wash a leper clean

And make the old hag suckle the breaths of Juventas

Her charms,like the chalices of gold

Wrought by the tender shore

She could have broken down the red shacks

And bespatter herself with many cruds

But her innocence flaps majestic wings

All because the angel slumbers not

Even when the night rides roughly

The shore stands tall

What’s a river without a shore?

A barking dog without a teeth

A toddler without its mother

A man without a prospect

Lovers without love

And a sunshine that is cold

The sea cries when the shore crumbles

Because it would pass the rest of its existence shivering like a child

Value what you have

Before it becomes what you had

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Sperale

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FEARS

Far beneath the raging seas
She struggles and ravingly contorts
Stretching and stretching
Full of vim,full of venoms
Like hemlock, she plunges
In to endless sleep,
Pillages the best of expressions
And makes dusts of shimmering silvers
She lurks like the serpent
And tears down like the wolf
She is called fear
And makes the bread of the best men

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Sperale

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EVIL MAY TRIUMPH BUT IT WILL NEVER SEE GOOD

No matter how effusive the clouds are

With thick smokes,burning pallors

Fuming with fiery darkness

Wreathing and wrapping the milks of the skies

With garnishing insidiousness

It may ephemerally make the bright day

Know some obscurities

But even rivers grow arid

The invincibles crumble to dusts

And the storms know diminution

So does the eclipsing darkness fades off

The sunny sky

Because her gazes are too much to be borne

Darkness may growl like a gory beast

And the sky like the benign lamb

But it’s how the world knows some balance

Darkness’s stains may tarry upon the clouds

But it will never outdo the purity of the sky

Evil may triumph,but it will never see good

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Sperale

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FIRE

The fire does burn,it does so wildly

And warps tender tissues to the bones

But this love does burn,it does so vehemently

And sears in fullness,both the heart and the mind

The fire does burn brightly

And scorches down the sturdiest of stones

But this love flames fiercely

And does wrought fortitude and faultlessness

This love like true fire,knows no kindle

Because it knows why it burns

Not to sate unnecessary misconceptions

But to show the world could do better than conditions

That love should be about ‘despite’ and not ‘because’

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Sperale