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In the soundless storms of aeon,
there’s a cascade at the folding vein;
Allied into musty submission,
there’s light somewhere in hazy cognition.
The dereliction steered in frenetic howl,
Combust the wild temper of my soul.
There’s a thread of pain to swallow,
that de-threads all my desires to follow;
In this hazy sessions of unvoiced thoughts,
I sigh the gain of many wonders I wrought.
The golden clock of yesterday,
whose hues blazed but to decay;
Alarming the hopes that flew away,
particles of me dispersed alongs the rays.
Of the subconscious mind,
engendered my dreams to blind;
I became propellant to fire,
and diminished by the rays to desire.
I am an unforgettable saga now,
I have kaleidoscope in my crown;
I glimpse into the multitude of colours,
and become the magnitude of stars.
On the wondrous equator,
on the mountains’ breast;
Swathing the horizon, the sun sets a curator
by the dreamy haze of crimson blaze.
Dreams gild by the beams of golden streams,
surfacing the haze, I embrace the supreme;
Clouds melted into radiance, and life,
mantling the day, twilight derived.
To the land that is divine,
ancient wisdom with a love sublime;
Over the cliff my fantasies drift,
In this layered dream, symphony of the lost song shifts.
Enclasped in the promise of uncertainty,
and conforming the perpetuity of my diversity;
I change the quotient of my tale Fervently,
to channel the vast dimensions of eternity.
Floating on this makeshift rock;
Scattered soul, adjoining the knock.
Sound of silence, frozen in rhyme;
The distant future creeps in spine.
Filaments of existence
traverses the elements of oddity,
De-threading the dimensions in vehemence;
I transgress the promise of uncertainty.
Towards the wide plain and fertile valley lands,
I see the road emerge, then disappear.
In this motionless gold and stillness expand,
I see the hues barter and twilight transpire.
Unrooted in some a-drifted rhymes,
unswerving trees’ scuffles that climb;
Autumn apricity, banding through my window;
Yawning my skin, the warmth I swallow.
Comforting the chill, I stroll in my dream;
Chasing the haze, I trace the sunset in gleam.
Briefest of pauses, frisson my spine;
When flagellating memories shape in hymn.
How quiet is the morning in the hills!
Air so chill and my heartbeats still.
Gorges so sonorous, and mountains intrepid;
Impulsed in this brief moment, my eternity resonates.
Shadowing the landscape in its vast flare,
ghostly rays came swarming the air.
Lost in this mountain, whistling my existence;
Surfacing my soul, my breathes assisted my deliverance.
Along the mornings swirls,
the materiality of life unfurl;
Too far-off worlds below and impulse so wild;
The light beds on mountain rims and emotions untied.
In the soft lights of this serenest skies;
The broad highlands, blanketed with pines.
With the wind crowding my vagrant soul;
Shadowing the landscape, flocculent clouds howl.
Bathed in the droplets,
my window screams;
Marched along the horizon,
the habitation of eternity beams.
In lands, I never felt;
Energy flushes on the virgin gold.
Inquest everywhere,
Observations omnifold.
The laughing hours,
chased away the night;
Plucking the stars out from her diadem,
borrowed by the sky, the moon yields the light.
Foundations of the heavens
are masses by the river;
I woke up to the golden hue
and worshipped the invisible alone.
Musca domestica on a morning greed;
Being a vector towards the new floral bed.
Succulent Trichostema, nefariously gorgeous;
Ornamental nectar, sensually generous.
The etanolic fragrant petals open up slowly,
Divulging their coveted sweetness all down completely.
Flapping so fast, embraced by precious wings;
Zooming around, the Musca swings.
Penetrating deep until it’s base,
Angelically sweeping every drop in chase.
Extracting the flavourful against the morning blue,
devouring flowers, opulence in all day pursue.
I no longer feign tenderness,
I don’t dawdle in cynical love.
The perennial elements I face in all aridity,
and in annual shedding I embrace the loss.
My words haunt to transgress my sanity,
mishaps turned into perpetuity.
Swirling pain, running through my vein;
Ambiguity of cessation, no sign of rain.
Autumn Leaves 