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Fake beauty…

Thy beauty so profound… like the roses at dawn,
To stand by your side, an angel be shamed…
All other fairness does look forlorn.
Yet, is it not evident, thy beauty so fake,
Fatal instincts that lie beneath…
Conspiring… trust seems to be at stake.
What use then of this beauty…?
That steals a man of its life…
Or leads to damnation?… humors me!
Yet I am lost in the maze of thy splendor…
Mine eyes see none, but thy damask cheeks.
Bosom swells with love for this heavenly blunder.
And though I be thrust into the flaming pyre…
From thy gracious looks, I shall not turn…
Better to burn, than be deprived of flaming desire.

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Sun or Lord…

How you shine with utmost grace…
Glowing vibrantly, yet swelled with pride…
The world entwined in your forceful embrace.
In utmost glory of your shining armor,
Resplendent… regal… flamboyant…
The skies you rule with deep ardor.
The lord they call you… but of course…
The power supreme, the life provider…
Master of the light source.
Patron of the divine arts…
A craftsman… A showman you are…
Ever reigning over our  hearts.

 

Lights of Hope…

Shimmering streaks across the skies
Light a glimmer in my heart
Sultry days of dreary dreams
Are now stories of the past…

Millions of fiery glitters
Shine around like glowworms
Lighting my path to nirvana
A life free from baseless terms…

The lamp of a blessed tomorrow
Flicker with fervor in every room
A smile emanating from every lip
Reveal joys of a harmonious home…

Evening chants usher the setting sun
As folded hands sing in unison…
Welcoming lady luck in earnest.
Praying for a bit of the plush condition.

Argument

A series of mindless words

Or a string of illogical logic,

Creating a wrangle so garish,

And a situation so tragic!

 

It’s a nonsensical verbal combat,

Or a mind game, as they say,

Of twisted thoughts and ideas

Leading to a sense of disarray!

 

Opinions shared by one and all

Sweared in the name of democracy,

Creating mayhem – sane and intelligent though!

Dabbling in anger’s purple fancy.

 

Vulgar and convincing,

Tis a confession of highbrow impotence

Leaving nothing but an empty trail

A pitiful sight, a mere pittance.