Friday 26 June 2015

Will You Be My Friend.

Set ablaze from the fire,
I burn bright like the sun.
Will you be my friend, dear?
For I'm an excellent seer.
 
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Frosted cold, in this daylight.
I reflect wisdom from your glaze.
Will you be my friend, dear?
If I told you my end is near.
 
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Never curbed my imagination.
Vivid and boundless.
Infiltrated and pure. 
Always wondering, 
what makes you so special.
Is it the beauty or the cynosure.
Will you be my friend, lady?
The future seems unsure, 
And yes, there's no cure.
 
***
 
Just by standing over their viewpoint,
You won't see things clearly.
Brain dead, among these folks.
I seek an asylum for my convictions.
I know you won't be my friend,
but will you at least be my foe?
Like the buck and a doe.

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Indifferent perceptions,
discrepancies between our hearts.
Accompany me, 
we'll travel on the wings of my dreams.
To see, what no one has ever seen.
To be, where no one has ever been.
To feel, what no one has ever felt.
I can't experience this felicity,
all alone.
Oh lady, will you be my friend?
Together we'll transcend beyond,
 these conventional worldly trends.

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Sunday 7 June 2015

Monsoon.

Whisperings and ramblings,
the serene weather has it all.
Of migrating flamingos,
visiting over for a brunch.
Birds snuggle,
cozying inside their nests.

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The perishing grass, 
still hasn't given up on its hope of survival.
Hot vapours arising from that teapot,
condense away your troubles.
Nostalgia creeps deep within your head,
Showers of relief, 
sing a cradle song for you to sleep.

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Earthworms surface over,
welcoming this pleasant visitor.
Frogs hopping around, 
bubbling with happiness.
As the first few drops crash upon,
earth soaks in its tenderly love.
Aroma of partly wet soil,
hangs loosely in the air.
Oh, the melody of this tranquility.

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Come with me, we'll saunter across the hills,
I know a place to rest!
Come lay with me, under these dark clouds.
Close your eyes, 
relish yourself in this soothing ambiance.
We need no one now,
just the two of us.
Mild drizzles, they fall.
Listen carefully my friend.
As the sky croons,
to mark the onset of monsoon!

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