And thence abstract; to brave,
Euphoric pang of thy bite,
Beneath the dark azure,
O’dear, smite the night.
For uncertain certainties,

Mistaketh me in the weep,
Doth ye smirk love,
The leda and the swan,
Lust may wanton dove,
To bileven wry truth.

Again i quench my candour,
Against my wilt; chicanery,
For i call thee again,
Cry by my visionary,
May would thou trust.

Hope of rumpled dame,
Making laughter dolorous,
Shed the gouts of misprise,
To beest alive; concolorous,
Nary hath discern me.

Above all these, i stand,
Why to why; exonerated heart,
Heavy head, brewed flower,
Through air, by air, i depart,
Nothingness in tranquil.

Photo Courtesy; @ayon_bora



I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics, Realism is what i bathe in. Hope do i not that you see my words than just read?

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