Poem 124 : The Unleashing Swords
The Unleashing Swords - T ABRAHAM
The mind as a whole,
Ideas on a bowl,
Stagnant they stay,
By time they fade away.
The box with a crack,
Light going to the rack,
Of pages and covers,
I sit under my room's bower.
The sword of insults,
The words of harm,
Cannot move the charm,
The results are seen,
For the time being,
The final results,
Passes the days unseen.
The sun rises,
The sword unleashes,
These insults and harm,
Brings out great results and charm,
The mind pours out,
Pouring out everything it has,
The brain is drained,
The papers are clogged,
Digitally the blog is clogged.
At this time of the year,
None nearby to hear,
But this screen,
A senseless screen near by,
Everything far by,
Bye and bye,
To all sensical things,
Things of the past,
Remains out of rust.
The things hidden,
Hidden long back,
Or left far back,
Waiting to meet,
Wanting to meet,
But these dull and eerie,
Coldness may pass by.
O thou great mind !
Heed by my side,
The living entity moves away,
The world falls apart,
But these swords unleash,
Unleash the words of pain,
Of words spoken of loss,
Waiting for brokenness to surpass,
The surpassing brokenness.
These negatives sharpen the sword,
The insults oiling the rust of it,
It broke my mind into halves,
The paper dipped in these halves.
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