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The Arrested Symphony: July 2010
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World Poets Society W.P.S. Thursday, July 15, 2010. Scarlet stains sway above. Up in the sky, where birds fly. To wave a bard back home. Flowers bloom, amidst green womb-. Shines a pearl in eyes. Its color creeps in her lies-. Rummaging about this life. Teeming in a void of joy. Fill in his world of pride. Endless gibberish.fades ink. Tangle of signs, heaving sigh. Cups full of liquor. Pour stale brown-a wet conscience. Burning ashes, swirling gray. Remind him of father's cry. Tinge of doleful smile.
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The Arrested Symphony: November 2010
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World Poets Society W.P.S. Monday, November 29, 2010. Blooming.Through a Child's Eye. As it seeks the warmth off bright vermilion. Little bud begins to bloom. A transparent curtain drops. As the starving pupil learns-. To read Your vision. And into its tiny world, intrudes Your universe. Sweetened with luke warm milk,. Glossy with lazy silk,. Red with Autumn rose,. Cozy with granny's prose,. Mystic with fairy tales,. Glittering with silver vales. And the little lies vie-. In the vision of that old child.
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The Arrested Symphony: Before the Final Demise..
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World Poets Society W.P.S. Sunday, January 2, 2011. Before the Final Demise. And as the sun will greet me tomorrow morning. The sparrows chirping, the songbirds tweeting. To the tune of hope and dove-white love. And little fears catapulted out into the cold planets. And every single creature bears the child of one universe. The mask you wear may not be that diverse. And the plowman plows. Or a professor preaches. Or a sparrow chirps. And the flower blooms. All to the cadence of a sublime verse. Did you s...
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The Arrested Symphony: Inadvertent Kiss
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World Poets Society W.P.S. Monday, July 18, 2011. Limitless love swivels into my passions. As I sing with the birds sailing across the sky. Let my smile stitch the sorrow to my heaven. Let my tears reflect my joy way too high. As we weep along the jocund streets of life. We pause for a moment in a stinking alley. And we kiss each other on the edge of a knife. Until we let our woes teeter. Until we let our passions fly. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Melancholy Of Life. Aura of Sleepless Dreams.
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The Arrested Symphony: August 2010
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World Poets Society W.P.S. Tuesday, August 31, 2010. Wading through the waves of your seething thoughts. Waving back to receding woes of all sorts. High atop the hills awaits my weeping conscience. Deep beneath the seas.one dissipating resistance. Beyond these incessant rains. It's the same old living hell. Eyes of lies vie for something to tell. One eye shivers, while other restrains. Like all your embellished dreams. Weaving a tapestry of broken colors. Sunken eyes strive to starve at midnight-. Gray a...
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The Arrested Symphony: January 2011
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World Poets Society W.P.S. Sunday, January 2, 2011. Before the Final Demise. And as the sun will greet me tomorrow morning. The sparrows chirping, the songbirds tweeting. To the tune of hope and dove-white love. And little fears catapulted out into the cold planets. And every single creature bears the child of one universe. The mask you wear may not be that diverse. And the plowman plows. Or a professor preaches. Or a sparrow chirps. And the flower blooms. All to the cadence of a sublime verse.
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The Arrested Symphony: June 2010
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World Poets Society W.P.S. Wednesday, June 9, 2010. Links to this post. Frail friendship fretting in foreboding. Of a funeral of one abandoned child,. Who dreamed of peace- a little seedling-. Emanating youth in his tender mind. Father beat him up,. Mother silently left him,. This little life was about to grow up. One day, he saw his mother call him-. Back to one new warm abode, father's cane hushed up. No father, no pain,. It's like a blessed haven. No hell of fright and no threat of malevolence. What i...
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The Arrested Symphony: May 2010
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World Poets Society W.P.S. Wednesday, May 26, 2010. I see, they have all fallen in my haven. Clutching at one heart when they silently depart,. They steal from themselves one mushy prick-. Who scrapes through their passions and turns them alert. They sprawl on the same floor and fret on one soil. For a thud of raindrop is nothing but one turmoil. When pesky pests throng into one hole and mend it,. They think they're on to one humble hamlet. They peer outside and snarl at the gray,. And mushy cloud-lets,-.
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The Arrested Symphony: July 2011
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World Poets Society W.P.S. Monday, July 18, 2011. Limitless love swivels into my passions. As I sing with the birds sailing across the sky. Let my smile stitch the sorrow to my heaven. Let my tears reflect my joy way too high. As we weep along the jocund streets of life. We pause for a moment in a stinking alley. And we kiss each other on the edge of a knife. Until we let our woes teeter. Until we let our passions fly. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Melancholy Of Life.
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The Arrested Symphony: Pills
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World Poets Society W.P.S. Thursday, March 10, 2011. Sleep till the midnight bulb glows. And suddenly their stark silhouettes. Outlined against our optimistic blur. Flash before our eyes. And we wake up. Till we fail to sleep again-. On a thin line in between. Till we flail to catch them all. And we wake up. Time for another trip. Sometimes it really gets tough to tell one form the other (sleep from wakefulness).isnt it? Very very nicely written, Sayan! May 25, 2011 at 12:12 PM. The Melancholy Of Life.
