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Few ruins of long ago….the poem
Dead is the mind long ago
And the memoirs do cripple
With time driving the destiny,
Fade is the grind long ago
And the tidal waves do nibble
Never the less heart’s a scrutiny.
Heady was the concoction
Three portions of smiles
With four lighter shades of tears,
And here is the proportion
Of some melancholy cries
No lures competes the fears.
A rolling stone of time eternal
Illusion of reality fractional
Heart is in a numb coma to forgo,
A fooling mind to feel barren
Retention of brutality haven
Dearth does heal the dead torso.
A night is sleeping under the crave
And a dream is distant delusion
Cloudless sky is savouring the wind,
Stars do weave a wave of heart rave
And a whim of crescent pollution
The unspoken noises often grind.
Silence is deep around
To flow within the soul
So many meanings and so many sayings,
Eyes speak without word
To glow in our hearts
Lot many more warmth and passions.
A dead mind is left behind
To talk in silence
To cry alone with wind filled with a river,
To pour some concoction
With eyes filled with your credence
Let be an edgy destiny unfurl the crux forever.
Some wind… long ago
Few cloudless skies…. long ago
Lots of warmth in silence…. long ago
Many passions aglow yet unspoken… long ago
I, Me, Mine, Myself now no more
….A concoction of reality was there long ago.