Poem 296 : Mix And Match

Mix And Match

                           - T ABRAHAM

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Light and dark in a mixture,

Moderation within a texture,

Alternating black and white,

Blueness all over the flight,

A clouding bright whiteness,

Bright sunshine to witness,

Colourless harboring light,

Mixture labeled as colourless,

But multiple abundance inside,

Plain appearance from the side,

Order mixing into a disorder,

Greyness with its confusions,

Dull greyness and evictions,

Matched to be dull and dim,

Snatched away from it again,

Taking a sudden turn to gain,

But towards the bright light,

With a pure destiny at sight.

Poem 295 : Innocent Earthlings

Innocent Earthlings

                              - T ABRAHAM

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The unborn seeds waiting,

All over the earth to be born,

Seeds sown in the ground,

But some being harboured,

Deep within a life, for life,

Mixing to match altogether,

Planted on the fertile soil,

Where skilled labour toils,

Days and nights are passing,

Summer and winter crossing,

Never ceased to be pausing,

A life within life upon union,

Duality in two different seeds,

Breeding grounds everywhere,

Present both inside and outside,

Never falling away to subside,

Waiting and stillness to decide,

A painful breakthrough sensed,

Cries getting silenced aftermath,

Fruiting and flowering in youth,

Tender leaves being handsome,

Rich green with great freshness,

Again the seed is shed and grown,

Cyclic life and an endless death,

The last breath on earth ending,

But the breath is never ending,

Eternal rising and falling of air,

Drying in energy and dying out,

Green to grayness being seen,

A process, none can intervene.

Poem 294 : A Sprained Brain

A Sprained Brain

                              - T ABRAHAM

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Hindrances hindering at times,

Rocks and stones amidst a flow,

Bubbling and frothing to disturb,

Agitated towards a provocation,

Abrupt ending of any vacation,

A twisting anger taking its turn,

Flaming fires, fuming to burn,

Redness of the hot iron chains,

Wrath pouring over acid rains,

Ringing and clanging at loudest,

Dark tingling liquid overflowing,

Amidst the cavities, is captured,

Fast flowing acids begin to rupture,

Disconnected to get reconnected again,

Connections becoming nothing to gain,

Yes and no, right and wrong dangling,

Finally, confusion with pain crackling.

Poem 293 : Optimistic End

Optimistic End

                          - T ABRAHAM

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A beginning with hardness,

Totally disabled to harness,

Rapid motions of newness,

Fast thinking and quick race,

Racing past through all time,

Anonymity holding the flag,

Then the movement of becoming,

A slow, but swift motion coming,

Again the viscous cycle in run,

Disturbed and distorted to scratch,

Slow and steady unable to patch,

Next phase is coming all over,

A steady and concrete motion,

A foundation with the beauty,

Amidst this comes, but the crash,

Making the structure get trashed,

But holding on till the next morn,

Unfallen and strong, it stands apart,

Then nothing can be broken down,

But an ill populace, perished to one.

Poem 292 : An Aristocratic Descent

An Aristocratic Descent

                                      - T ABRAHAM

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From the bright beaming palace,

Present amidst the lands and seas,

A royal atmosphere is glittering,

Golden treasury, a bold ancestry,

Ascended from the tip of a land,

Bungalows with ancient charms,

Gardened grounds were flowering,

Plantations planted everywhere,

The smell of tea amidst worms,

A big populace decreased someday,

From four to two to one and none,

Soil upholding the dignified class,

Huddled together with conditions,

Bound forever with convictions,

A pure race moving at fast phase,

Burning and glowing fire in blaze.

Poem 291 : An Ill Usage

An Ill Usage

                        - T ABRAHAM

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Being wiped and cleansed,

The heavy usage and utility,

Totally draining and blaming,

Becomes an all time gaming,

Twisted and turned at times,

Ill verses and words circling,

Hurling and hurting greatly,

The usage found out lately.

Poem 290 : Preserving Perseverance

 Preserving Perseverance

                                     - T ABRAHAM

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Giving the energy to move,

Forward movement in run,

Amidst the greatest turmoil,

Being melted away gradually,

Whiteness into a dark black,

Soon turning into grey ashes,

But the light and brightness,

Like a memory, is flashing,

A past glory passing away,

The glorious glow of light,

Which clashed amidst air,

Finally wavering insanely,

Turning into bold darkness,

Shining gold amidst a terror,

Misplacement being the error.

Poem 289 : A Lovely Loneliness

 A Lovely Loneliness

                                 - T ABRAHAM

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Routes and roads with air,

Loneliness barely to scare,

Unpeopled spaces to dare,

Where pages keep turning,

The light kept on dancing,

Comforted by pretension,

None to create a tension,

Space becomes imaginative,

A crowd becomes suggestive,

Daring dreams would play,

They come and go to bay,

Naming the unnamed one,

Renamed the existing one,

None to think and be bliss,

Light goes off on a swish.

Poem 288 : Clashing Brightness

 Clashing Brightness

                                  - T ABRAHAM

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Flashing and clashing forces,

Reaching the singular truth,

Obstacles of darkness placed,

Feeling of sanity grossed out,

A true reality becoming false,

Calamity due to the deceivers,

Humanity being falsely filled,

This one, meets its ends soon,

The foundation and structure,

Being laid by a strong premise,

Crossing the boundaries ahead,

Comprehension became reality,

Repetition becoming simple life,

Complexities becoming delight,

Ignorance meeting its fate alive,

Death of grief becoming brief,

Grief crowding the large crowd,

Intolerable becoming a reality,

The insane crowd in insanity,

Twirling happiness and grief,

Cancelling with one another,

The clashing force of the light,

Coming out, in only one way,

Finally nothing can hold it tight,

The victory of light with delight.

Poem 287 : Out Of Somewhere

 Out Of Somewhere

                                   - T ABRAHAM

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The dot becoming a hole,

An overture finally ending,

There it begins somewhere,

To take us into hectic trials,

Twirling motions of mind,

Never witnessed such kind,

Intoxication through thoughts,

Bringing many life droughts,

Losses, suffering and twirling,

A sudden bolt of braveness,

Destructive boldness in action,

But gave a miserable reaction,

And finally it ends nowhere,

Endless success and failure,

With no finality for the end.

Poem 286 : Incipient Soreness

 Incipient Soreness

                                 - T ABRAHAM

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A diminishing strong witness,

Eagerness in awaited moment,

Internalised rejections in play,

Moving away from a grandeur,

The candle wick boldly burning,

A force which keeps it glowing,

Old being burnt down for new,

Ashes with the essence of old,

Confirming an everlasting presence,

Normal vision unable to envision,

Peopled places in utter confusion,

Becoming beyond comprehension,

A crowd with the same emptiness,

Being hindered by a doubtful cloud,

Predetermination being easily misled,

Determination in an utter blindness,

Whole atmosphere with strangeness,

Crowd being clouded with doubts,

A candle fire burning and burning,

Where its vision becomes confusing,

Candled passion is diffusing within,

The clouded crowd landing in loss.

Poem 285 : Bursting Balloon

 Bursting Balloon

                             - T ABRAHAM

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The colourful membrane at rest,

Contained in plenty for the best,

Blown with the air of happiness,

Consuming space with slow pace,

Alarming and charming around,

A levelled ground with no base,

Enormous air given, filled inside,

Stress and strain being put to test,

Air of happiness becoming foul,

An evil sharpness is surrounding,

Celebration turning to destruction,

No bleeding seen with rapid action,

The rust coated needle and pointer,

Out of nowhere comes all the darts,

Popping and crashing everywhere,

Finally blown up only to burst open.

Poem 284 : Tempesting Temptations

Tempesting Temptations

                                  - T ABRAHAM

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The rigidity and orderliness,

Purity filling with an eternity,

Burning fire giving the light,

Delicacies bringing delight,

Peppering and salted to taste,

Soft showers being pleasant,

Micro world with potential,

Creating and inventing good,

But the tempest finds its way,

Blowing with the greatest intensity,

Making a fragile and scattered city,

Impurity filling to kill the air,

The light becoming darkness,

Flames swallowing everything,

Sweet sugars are charring out,

Existing ones bringing the foe,

White tooth with a black hole,

Sneezing by the peppering dust,

Salt and stones seen with disgust,

Showers becoming the floods,

Drowning the whole humanity,

Macro world with an infection,

Micro clashing with the macro,

Temptations amidst great order,

Irresistible tempesting disorder.

Poem 283 : Blistered Cleansing

 Blistered Cleansing
                                - T ABRAHAM

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The black shrubs and leaves,

Forested growth in control,

Blades moving every side,

A vanilla without the sweet,

Tasting never being allowed,

Cream not to be swallowed,

Juvenile forest with the snow,

Watering and snowing to clear,

If untouched and unkempt,

A sign of sadness and fear,

Or a timeless sensation in play,

Water taken and kept at the bay,

A slow motionless movement,

No sudden jerks any moment,

Deforested to pave the way,

Clean and clever it appears,

A silenced blistering present,

Burns and roughness created,

Sudden corrosion in action,

Only way to stop a reaction.

Poem 282 : Melancholic Sleep

Melancholic Sleep
                             - T ABRAHAM

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With or without a late night sleep,

A laziness crawling and creeping,

The fluttering eyes, soul and spirit,

Breaking into tiny pieces of glass,

Gathered together to see the cracks,

Loading and unloading everyday,

Reloading the heaviness next day,

Bending but unyielding to break,

Opening the pages of mystery,

To know some fictional history,

Turning over the dots and lines,

But this cloudiness is crowding,

Open lies the mystery incomplete,

Glasses unbroken and kept away,

The relaxing bones of the human,

Cozy sheets all around forwarding, 

A dragging drowsiness drowning,

Blankness filling over the place,

Sudden jerks felt amidst the blank,

The day turned again into today,

With yesterday submerged below,

A melancholic sleep standing above.

Poem 281 : Charring Tar

 Charring Tar

                             - T ABRAHAM

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Mechanised motions in action,

Sand getting covered by the tar,

For swift and smooth motions,

Damaging the nature's emotions,

Dust filling the air all around,

A charring smell is arresting,

Nauseating sensations in play,

Liquids and tar dust in the air,

The stinging dust entering bare,

Into the blow holes for sneezes,

The deep black jelly covering,

All the sand in double layering,

The levelled ground doubling,

A pungent sickness is bubbling,

Pungency throwing in and out,

Needles piercing the tongue,

Smell becoming the taste bud,

The food stopping like a stud,

Everything starting to fail apart,

A rotten entity on the sickbed.