Lamenting prejudices

I cry loud and strong

Over the lost last bowls 

Of mere opinions

Built on lose marketed sand

And now that, that land sliped

Away in absurd direction

I cared not to call back 

Such roots of presuppositions

Injuring my noble capable self

To attain righteous words of praise! 

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Those clumsy crimes of day

Tied up high, like holy saints

No string does loose fly

From nocturnal dark pages

From extra work affairs; 

Morning cultivates lists of day

Smaller in number  of hours

Differ and make all difference, 

When recepies mix in paper, 

Imprints shake and shook heart, 

Running for clumsy chores of day

No time remain to felicitate 

Those crimes all done, with care

All steps does the lower limbs walk

To reach and teach another

Till midnight broad, till hours

Passed nights in solitude of works

Works of personal letters

When all day squeezes breaths, 

Still falling eyes regret, repent

To weary hours further

To satisfy breaths of day

And sunlight energy boosts

To satisfy all clumsy crimes

By adding on more few! 

Ornamented

Your reasons are ornamented

To suit their taste

Even if they hear you not

You pretend in their favour

Even if they see you not

You stand in their defence

Make me an evil

Take me in enemy army

When I called you, and

And you became theirs

Still unsure I lay of your,

Occurrence, in my future past!

Synopsis (acrostic)

Stealthy imprints of arriving days and nights

Young spirits of passion and colours

Neglected bad wreaths of luck and destiny

Olden myths of moral romance and tragedy

People excluded in general fright;

Susceptible longings and broad weeps

Intimate descriptions of lost regrets, follows consolation

Scrutinizing dead peels of compromises, in past!

Smell and Scent

I stood like one princess
When that scent entered my heart
When it played into my feelings
And each scent did impart

It surrounded you like breeze
You stood were it began
My eyes danced to see
Who smelled like my man?

We bothered no introduction
Yet I set start to frame
Ornaments of poetic letters
Which made my fingers lame

You, so refined and manful
Provoked my suppressed sounds
Activated little emotions
Which turned into wild hounds

These letters to you my soul
I write in full stretched bliss
When eyes see resembling men
And my heart starves the miss! 

Pearl – Fiction(part three)

Her man had never told her, that he was not born on the land, he took her to. He came from elsewhere, something he no more remembered. She was his destiny, and he laboured to remember no more. This gift he got, which only his mate could absorb, was his only concern. Only Pearl and nobody else could be his mate, his soul mate.

Her milky skin and her keen blue eyes, also accepted this eternal proposal. His departure and his gift; she needed so much time to digest these huge alterations. To overcome his sudden betrayal. But the moment he died, her tears dried, her skin bloomed in pink, her flesh turned forty years younger. His mortal flesh got mixed in dust, within a moment. He vanished like he never existed. And soon she would vanish, like she never died.

She searched his closet for his book, his letters. “You meet me on our wedding,” was written over all his scripts, “when you turn twenty……….And you turn twenty in every forty years, when I ……….”

POLKA

A HEART IN THE CROWD

WAS BEATING LOUD

IT IS UNSEEN, BY THE NAKED EYES

IT IS UNHEARD TO THE NAKED EARS

IN HERE IT LIES, IT LIES

A HEART LUCID AND LUSTY

A SOUL YET NOT SO FUSTY

DANCING TO HER INSIPID MAN

DANCING BY THE LIVELY RYHME

DANCING ALL SHE CAN

HER EYES DANCE

AND ROMANCE

TO THE RHYTHM OF THE SONG;

HER LIMBS MOVE AND ACT FINE

FOR A LITTLE LESS TO LONG.