The Tension of Reminiscence…


“At tensed note, you me do hear…
The lines I stroke are feebly real
But life is surely- sure, my dear!

We bravely cry, her heart’s- a heal,
All other times we choose to fear!
We do decide what we do feel!”

The Road

” I saw a courtyard, cavalier,
A flimsy household, burnt despair…
Still tinsy flames, a shaky pier,
Still enter it the brave one dare…

I wised en route, a decrepit man,
“Worth of life perceive no youth can…”

The Market

Not clay, but stone- fat man’s abode,
All passers- by, their mouth’s broad
A blacken shadow strikes a cheek
“There be a duel! “- crowd’s a meek

“Enough! “- at passers’ stall I snap my bread,
With agony, my eyes shall not be fed”

The Wasteland

Miragy, shaky dot, at far horizon
It shivers closer, is that a bison?
Dead and bony, stumping, crossed liaison…
A cross and pike, stuck, chest, war’s son…

“I kill the wish to end it’s pain
I kill the fire and sleep in vain…”

The Bonfire

A stilted, silent, devil’s whore
But she can’t see her kids no more…
A lusty flamelet leaving first sore…
From shrieking crowd- “Torture her, more!”

“”Mumma- Mumma!” Eyes wet, them follow
I turn and stand, heart dipped in sorrow…”

The Woods

The darkest thicket, a daunting stare, stinge some foul…
An eerie swamp, a cryptic flare, a glaciating howl…
All, but none around the pyre, all, but one- hides in the cowl…
“Who is that?”- one dares to ask. “Solitude”- is heard a scowl.

“There, behind “seclusion”, hides a fading man…
Despondency is what it turned into, on that long a span”

The House

An early morning, drapes alfight, birds all tweet…
At portico, beauty for sight, glissades a damsel sweet…
“Where’s your corset, you lousy wench!”- is all the heat,
A High estate, a rich demesne, yet filth off street…

“All this society, all those trends- a despot o’er heads…
Trailing those, loosing friends, knit we all dystopian threads!”

The School

A flock of kids, in field they play, mirth a bunch!
Around something they are gay, natures gift?- a hunch?
Closer, laughter, there’s a deafish boy, gets a kick, a punch…
His name is Ludwig, and he shan’t leave a crunch!

“All have stories, paths, habitude to greatness…
Some suffer, some don’t, yet all reach in lateness!”

The Lake

He ran his eyes- stars seemed to hover,

“Life’s been concise”, he does uncover,

“I’m still in joy, I’m still tired of lies

Reality’s Troy- green bellied fireflies…”

“The man’s just right, in his built up illusion.

Blind us the truths, sight, with confusion!”

The Pub

“I fill the bowl, then tap the dottle…
Meanwhile others- down the bottle…”
He opens stashed up, tobacco leaves…
“Minds’ out resort, senses take heaves…”

“I’d puff for grayish soul and ring for misty mind,
All kinds love a kind, that’s the truth of the mankind”

***This piece is unfinished, so keep updated, periodically)

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Flickering moments


Do you know how tough is it sometimes to evade those eyes?
Ghosts in the crowd of souls- when we become as cold as ice?
In a flooded with light ground, when all is left is a shadow patch
And our souls bled victims to an untimely mismatch
Leaving us funneled down our paths, flowing through that breeze
As blood tries to while hitting the whitened walls en course…

Do you know how strange is breeze when we flow by
Through thick, with our eyes deliberate, so high,
Yet so familiar… Reminding of the past, not so passed away
Voices are in close vicinity, yet nothing’s there to say
There’s something, some aura in the void space between us,
Yet both of us kept on floating away as we freeze…

Love Nature


An elegant curve of the path

With shades all around…

A pair of Arabesque hills

As they turn into the plotted math

Of scattered ponds on the ground…

And a few of memorable stills

Turning it’s whole beige core into wrath

Of multilateral picture- green all abound…

And ending at a pair of strings of matrix nils

Exploding into a flowy, shrill- shivery brown path

And stars exploding all around…

With all trees behind rising up like hills.

Contemplating about the hidden treasure

Impressions


Remember the first time you were scared, but not really…

Sometime around that time, your infancy left.

Remember the last time it all felt so easy, but not really…

Someone made sure your castle of childhood was built.

Remember the first time you lost, but not really…

Somewhere in that decision, you befriended your teens.

Remember the last time you risked it all, but not really…

Someday, thus somehow, we all matured.

Perks of Adulting


Oh dear, beautiful, jovial Child!
Please, do not grow up!
Do not get happy, when freckles show up…
Refrain from the yearning to do Adult things,
For they will chop down, cruelly- thy wings!

Oh dear, beautiful, jovial Child!
Happy, you are, on your own!
If you will Adult, you’ll be happy, as shown…
You fall unto thorns, take them out, forget,
But Adult once, in thy soul thorns will set!

Oh dear, beautiful, jovial Child!
You, only you are the one who can love!
Once you mature, empty feelings they’ll shove
And you’ll be sitting in empty a room
With Emptiness by thy side, facing thy doom!

Oh dear, beautiful, jovial Child!
Don’t hide in the closet, don’t hide under bed!
Perpetual fear is on what Adult is fed…
There is no way out, for Adult is a ghoul…
Thy only safe house is in depth of thy soul!

Oh dear, beautiful, jovial Child!
I beg you, don’t die, however they try!
Get stronger, get childish, wipe your cheeks dry,
Be stupidly brave, face this heinous cult
Please, don’t let me Adult!
Please, don’t let me Adult!

(Yes, you’re right I just used word Adult as a verb, noun and adjective)