Riding high on beats of the dark
Rising in icy coldness of the aloof
Our agonies will find thee hiding
In deep censored crevice of heart.

Sole generator of being
Fountain head of verity
An involute intelligence
Some seeded action warm
A crossed despondency
Perhaps a recovery
In some sultry calm.

The nearer strides
Our approach
The farther is your flight
Compositions in contortions
In sustained blighted nights.

To keep our reveries
In tears stained salined
Burning incandescent
Within some fire divined.

Amid tortures of mortality
Our recollections in must
A trajectory of the visions
For some taste of the life
Beyond shadows in the dust.

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REPRESSIONS.

Stoically repressed all the grieves
Within the limited premises of heart
New floods have cracked the dawn
Will I be swept by naked tears ?

Instructions for the wind
To supplicate ant hills
Or the fury of the clouds
Triumphed in lightening streaks
Some babbles for vultures
Of hero’s arrival at the gate.

Regrets for the deeds
Not committed yet in future
Besides whirlpools of whispers
A condemnation for service
In perpetuity of the deciphers.

Who is that packard
Knocking at the mind’s gate
On hills of flagged poles
At the dusty gates of paradise
Arrives
Perhaps a delirium in the mist
Or a dagger in clenched fist.

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I WILL CONTEMPLATE.

Today I will contemplate
Surges in cosmic memory
And wind will help me
In uncovering breaths of universe.

Pulverising the depths of solitude
I will find fluidity in great oceans
Studded with shoals of sun creatures
Will get adorned in colours of millions.

Thoughts in flowers amid ornaments
Will shine like the starry heavens
Vibrating their silvery tonalities
In rivers of some great endeavours.