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Forty winks forever – the poem
Cerise words to weave a dream
Then a sky fall to kill a ruin,
Did you never felt to whine?
Even there was no attempt
Before I leaped the faith….
And crashed with a heartless hearth
The sweet talks,
The manoeuvred taints….
Never even trepidations.
It would have been a bluest of ocean,
Greenest of passionate portion.
To move on with steps…. side by side,
Rare was a dream that became true.
Now forty winks are futile attempt
Days are slipping by the river incessant,
Nights are pregnant panache irrelevant
Countless restive noises to host the moments.
That prolongs to be life’s’ scrap
Chariot of imagination rows to die,
Unheard fathom so much high.
A sky fall to be useless ruin
Not even a missed cliché,
To reach the aimed niche.
This is reality reckless
Life moves on in the embrace of laughter,
So called love faints..
In the line of long forgotten memoirs
Pieces of memory what I respire.
Sin is my new name….
As been enticed without shame
Then I gather the pieces of skies fallen
Here and there,
Scattered were those meanings
I asked memories to get fade.
Greys to becomes greyer as loaded blur,
Tears are a river from glacial slur.
So much waiting to rest in peace
If only a soul stirs then to feel history
Can do and will do anything….
For you to embrace me even in scrapped memory.