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.