A Space for Reflections and Musings
Let me soak myself in the pouring rain, For I cannot tell the night from morn, For I am soul-drenched in Poesy's pain, So let the clouds with time's beads adorn My dusky forehead's flickering beacon My quivering palm's misty resolve My urn's sodden stone's isolation And thus my ink in time dissolve; So let... Continue Reading →
Mangled you may be my dear friend; Lost in a flurry of smoke and barrel, Riding a stallion sans a saddle, Glancing fervently at warm love’s end Pondering what the midnight songs portend Pondering why times your joys addle And why is life such a bloody gamble And so, my friend, you drink disheartened; But... Continue Reading →
Time is a witness to all our follies, Ticking like the clanging of raging swords, Judge of the valiant among waging hordes, The poet from quiescent, mute valleys, A rigmarole in vivacious narrow alleys, The jester in regal crystal courts Supine monarchs in gold breeches it abhors And unleashes a fury - Harsh and cold... Continue Reading →
Poetry sings in all men in this world, Like wine flowing through a stream sublime, Showing us a world from another time, Unfettered, weathered wings of dreams unfurled; Indulgence in our passion is not a crime To yield to love is worth no King's dime, To cover one's soul is akin to a worm curled... Continue Reading →
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