Poem 300 : Silent Suppositions

 Silent Suppositions

                                - T ABRAHAM

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A reality present at a distance,

Binaries being supposed,

Neither a remote thought,

Nor the imagination in play,

But the reality in visions,

Coming and going in its way,

Luxury and delicacies in plenty,

Sparkling gold and silver,

Clouding poverty and pauperism,

Abundant wealth and health,

In one single word, wiped away,

Fading glitters and unfading joy,

A generous hand, without anything,

An empty hand, the materials,

They diminished, loosing luster,

The heart is always filled,

Overflowing with kindness,

Suppositions of being rich,

Reality moving up and down,

Moving back to the town,

From this diseased city air,

To become strong and flair,

Flaring without causing a glare,

Binary movements in play,

This or that, only or other,

Moving away further and farther.

Poem 299 : Cooked Tales

 Cooked Tales

                           - T ABRAHAM

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No ingredients available in the hand,

Emptied every information and facts,

Monday modified and commodified,

Verses turning into luxurious gifts,

Tuesday being twitched and twisted,

The fracture turning to a structure,

Wednesday in the wielding process,

Swords and shields placed between,

To shield itself from the next cycle,

Thursday thrusting the heavy burden,

Worries to carry forward the next day,

Friday frying the last few drops of oil,

A never ending heavy toil of the mind,

Saturday seated peacefully on a throne,

Resting for the upcoming energy drain,

Sunday with a sunshine and plentitude,

Energetic sun without burning anyone,

All days with its tragedy or comedy,

Cooked into sweet and sound melody,

And a cycle spinning again, all ready,

For this never ending cyclic cookery.

Poem 298 : Consuming Movements

 Consuming Movements

                                        - T ABRAHAM

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Tunneling white wick,

Colourful candle stick,

A dark headed ignition,

Turning into the darkest,

A consuming combustion,

Only delicious ingestion,

Tunneled into the pouch,

Corroded and consumed,

Entirely an irreversible one,

Delicacies no more found,

Ever browning and rusting,

The festive and feasting,

Feast of the fire and man,

Ashes and acids in run,

Diminished lights and sweets,

Product being a consuming heat.

Poem 297 : Diminished Ends

 Diminished Ends

                              - T ABRAHAM

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A blunt and blurry start,

With no clear pointers,

To ponder and to think,

Soaked by a darker ink,

Palms pale without pink,

Rolling over by words,

Dark motions roaring,

Tatters under sewing,

Torn and patched up,

Scars and blood mixed,

Healing under disruption,

Dismantled and built again,

Lost many but some to gain,

Repeating itself again,

The process of breaking,

To again toil and rebuild,

A day comes suddenly,

Where none to break it,

But the foundation intact,

Completing the contract,

Forever it stands alone,

Never meeting its end,

With none to pretend.