Ode To The-Bench.

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The grey bench memoir of sacrosanct tales

with the rustle of our love-making

or the infinite stories of heart-breaking

this was all here, on this grey bench

surrounded by the cacophony of night intruders,

the morning walkers

the passersby.

In the wake of rupturing seeds,

the golden cover across the field,

the witnesses,

forming a twirl up and down, side by side,

over the bench,

inside the soul,

like the romancing of snow with the cold breeze

I feel the repeats even today,

like the soft rocking to the baby.

The flashbacks can be brutal

the way ink sucked out of the paper

making the glance ghostly.

The bench knows the melange

a potpourri of stars and thunders.

It was all here,

it is here.

You serve like a sweet blend

the merry making.

the ice-breaker. 



 

 

 

BLACK TEA-TALES.

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Come sit, have a sip of the black tea, I prepared.

The story is long for your forlorn heart would claim the pain in a moment or two.

The chain I talk today, oh, sorrow is diabolical,

so frugal, barbarous

the inside of my mind, heart have left the colonies of pleasure as if.

As I cross my wrist, hear the crackle

the crackle of my solitutude

lit in my eyes,

blazing

the burning glaze you see,

the dilapidating music you hear, 

come sit have,  another  sip of the black tea,

the tales shall get darker as you sip your black tea.

The ruckus runs through my skin, joining dots

on my skin,

creating shambles like a dead corpse

creating paradox.

The arms extend late nights to grab a bottle of comfort, you see?

The comfort like meadow, oh, the sweet meadow,

peace like the orchids, white natured.

Yes the,

soft feather stating

gorgeous wings,infinte joyous tales to discover.

Oh,  you finished the tea.. wish a refill?

For this soul can say the darkest of chronicles,

like the flowing wishful evergreen Ganges.

 

 

The remains of my Heart.

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By the time I am perfect,I shall be in pieces bifurcated in millions of skin;

And then my remains will be imperfect for you,for my divisions will not be in accordance of your mundane expectations;

The thoughts have started already to torment me in the hatred I have for my presence.

The shimmer seems vanishing now,in the lost desire for solace.



A HUMBLE REQUEST TO ALL.

Hello, dear ones!

Now, I know for all those who are new to WP you must be busy in finding your audience and followers.And to achieve that you must be peeping into other’s blog surely, which is a good thing.

What I have observed recently, people would come to my blog and press that like button like it’s raining.Without any stoppage, without any pause..all I get is ‘like’ to almost all of my posts.What superpower do such people have, I wonder?

It’s once again a humble request kindly don’t play that kindergarten games wherein if you like or follow my post so shall I. Nope!I will still follow the blogs that I admire or find my niche for.Your million likes would go waste, so save it kindly!

If you like my work, then only hit like as this platform is not like Facebook or Instagram, I write some of my deepest thoughts, I produce my originality here.I would really appreciate if you all take out your time to read it.I would be honoured, really!

As for the sake of followers, it’s my advice to all the newbie, please don’t indulge into gaining followers as your priority for if your work is adorable people will come to it by the end of the day.I know ‘numbers’ motivates us but you need to write with that flow eventually.

Hope you all agree to it.Happy Blogging!

P.S HIT LIKE TO THIS POST IF YOU REALLY LIKE IT OR AGREE TO IT.YOU WON’T HURT MY SENTIMENTS.



 

It’s the Doomsday.

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Today is the day when I feel the doomsday

clotting my blood

palpitating my heart.

The rumbling of emotions too hard to handle

The sorrow shall blow the flickering candle,

The enigma bloats the conscious,

like the unkindled romance,

or never met the loving couple

the luminous soul bleeds,

yearning stoutness.

The eyes for this day

don’t glitter,

for it’s the doomsday.

Love you,Poetry.

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Talk mystery to me.Take me into the depth of the pool of consequential thoughts.

No lies I must say.Only the veracity of you and me, with the bottle of wine along with my side, shall enjoy.

You are my goddess, my mode to rescue,  to read your charm is to heighten my desires.

You are my the infinite love.My precious.My sea of meditation,

Scribble yourself all over myself, tattooing me to be like heroic. 

You never betray me, dazzle me with your charm, intriguing is your appearance,

You are my forever Poetry.

 

 

Need advice and opinion!

Okay, so how does actually self publishing works?Its that hard,right?I really want to learn the ways through which I could reach out more people with respect to my self-published poetry book.

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Besides what are the advantages of having a domain on wordpress?Besides the wonderous plugins that I know,what else is paramount about it??

Don’t forget to check out my book and drop you valuable opinions about the self publishing work.!

With a pinch of faith.

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Hush you grey clouds,

today the waters shall abate,

like a thunder you say,vapid butterflies

shall fly away

free from the earth

somewhere they make merry

Hush you insensate emotions

my sweet canvass awaits for me

with some bubbles of faith,

and some roses of hope

I shall re-colour you grey cloud,

with the deepest of pure tremor.