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In death, inspiration

Herald Of Triumph

                                                                          (This is the 25th post of the blog and I wrote this one dedicating to the wonderful works of Shakespeare and his splendid sonnets, poems of 14...

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In city., imagination

City Lights

Glow with me through this lucent night, Amidst the dark in the city lights, Like the hundred blazing suns, Splendid, nocturnal, selfless burns, Street lamps like the glowing stars, Dazzling city at these late hours, What you see is not farfetched now, Step along I will show you how, Décor night with these luminous dots, Never more pretty and ever will be not,...

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In compassion, poverty

The less compassionate.

“Pay for the ticket or get down from the bus”, the ticket collector was aggressive now. “Are you going to pay?” he exclaimed at the old man who was all dressed up in his dowdy clothes, with a series of stitches on his shirt screaming out his poverty. “Sir, please… I do not have enough for the fair but I need to go...

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In mythology, social message

Nudity is in the thinking

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In belief, inspiration

From the writer's ink

You are to write as does a writer’s pen, Like the verse that long freed men, So break down the art of thinking, Rebuild, rethink, rehearse, reborn, And be the one, not sinking, Do not despair, agonize, halt or rest, Embrace the core, let go off your crest, So bring all that you can, From the little shelves of your heart, The nooks...

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In imagination, love story

Cupid's turn- a verse of love and hatred

Hatred forged, disaster stricken, Murderous souls no mercy reckoned, The least beauty in the fabric of time, A weave, god said was not mine, Heliographies of the wasted emotion, A heart, amidst the chaotic nation, When cupid was flying back to Olympus, With his arrows, looking less pompous, What shall the fate here be? He stood there for once to see, The little...

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