Poem 316 : Waiting In Agony

 Waiting In Agony

                                - T ABRAHAM

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The unfulfilled moving away,

A distance of unrest to test it,

Being a test to check the taste,

When it comes nearer some day,

It moves away towards farthest,

Of doubled the time and space,

Turning over into the vastness,

Or being demanded to repeat it,

Harmony turning itself down,

Trashing apart the disharmony,

Of belief becoming an unbelief,

Turning towards an origin traced,

Tracking down the strong roots,

Buried deep within and in-wait,

Agonised growth and shrinkage,

An agony which keeps hindering,

Still being watered and kept alive,

Turning it all over in a repetition,

A surrounding joy of a discovery,

Unraveled a truly hidden history,

Ultimately it solves the mystery.

Poem 315 : Inevitable Transience

 Inevitable Transience

                                    - T ABRAHAM

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Greetings heard aloud sometimes,

A little ingredient being a response,

Togetherness falling apart over time,

All parting and moving away always,

The shortest of days had been the best,

Longer the tiresome turns and twists,

Crackling voices and noises in the air,

Draining and fading of joyous clouds,

By each passing day it drifts its way,

Until it reaches the silent lone bay.

Poem 314 : Treasured Within

 Treasured Within

                               - T ABRAHAM

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The treasure chest present within,

Has a lock with only one key to use,

No duplicates or replicas allowed,

A unique key to unlock this chest,

Relocked and unlocked to cherish,

Preparing for screening the treasury,

Unbreakable it stays forever more,

An immortalised pleasure recorded,

Through words and works ongoing,

Sounds and silences accompanying,

A flying cap and the flowing cape,

Blackness denoting a misery present,

Choice being a distant dream going,

Moving far beyond to reach or hold,

Like a precious metal upon creation,

Losing it at the brink of holding it,

Traces found in the pages of history,

But no more to be found is a mystery,

Poem 313 : Transient Lavishness

 Transient Lavishness

                                 - T ABRAHAM

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Delicious and tempting treats,

In long run will cause a threat,

Threat towards the basic living,

Treating everyday pretty lavishly,

Not the paper nor metal remains,

It melts away into nothingness,

Cruelty and rude crimes comes,

Saved from this heavy distress,

By the delicacy made out of love,

A saviour giving a hand to hold,

Clinging over towards kindness,

Sharing becomes a nasty ambush,

When the aching pain smells fishy,

Not knowing its origin and start,

Deciphering it from the premises,

Slightly dropping a warning sign,

To warn and align with the crowd,

But never to be very rude and loud.

Poem 312 : Unstable Utterance

 Unstable Utterance

                                - T ABRAHAM

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The thoughtless making a sound,

It starts to spin round and round,

Toxins and fog fills all around it,

Smoke becoming a strong smog,

A massive mountain in the dark,

Keeping away from an intoxication,

Lights filling the vastness of land,

Greenery seems dull and gloomy,

In darkness it gains only a gloom,

No thoughtful word is being heard,

With the blackened souls lingering,

Letters filled with bitter insanity,

The sanity flew somewhere away,

Dust and dirt in their breath is felt,

Remaining numb and unfelt to live,

Just to exist is not the game to play,

To live and sustain is in clear action,

Seen the worse already in the past,

To be unfelt and also not to be lost.

Poem 311 : Death Of A Filler

 Death Of A Filler

                               - T ABRAHAM

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The blabbering noise unheard,

Shivering words have no work,

A scribble and wobble troubles,

Being rough and raw for a struggle,

Insane giggles and sounds to hear,

Heavy breath is not a heavenly bliss,

Stammering tongues getting twisted,

Stuck up with abundant thoughts,

Turning the keys to unlock the best,

Clearing away the traumatic ones,

No more trauma and drama to play,

Blissful life becoming a molding clay,

Unmold and remold as per your need,

Removing the weak stutter to succeed.

Poem 310 : Spontaneity In Action

 Spontaneity In Action

                                     - T ABRAHAM

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Flowing like the fuming red lava,

Breaking the boundaries to glow,

When utterance is ready for a flow,

Miraculous words found in ample,

Works simply to be kept as sample,

A display of the brighter yesterday,

The dark past racing to move away,

Buried inside a complexing psyche,

Break open the lock without the key.

Poem 309 : Refined Persona

 Refined Persona

                               - T ABRAHAM

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Inclusive and purposeful delight,

Shining like an abundant starlight,

Single star surely seems beautiful,

But multiple ones are so powerful,

Light diffusing itself with each other,

A new intensity is being bravely felt,

Heating the germs to be smothered,

Evil nature will never be mothered,

A pride which forever to fall apart,

Courageous and courteous being one,

Oneness and duality starts to shudder,

Togetherness at first starts shivering,

Uneasiness in shouldering the pain,

Finally meeting the end with a gain.

Poem 308 : Noticeable Orchestrations

 Noticeable Orchestrations

                                       - T ABRAHAM

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Sparks of uneasiness being felt,

Illuminated and reflected apart,

Kindness melts for being dealt,

A transaction with some bribes,

Being made visible by the light,

Rugged and unruliness of tribes,

Speech and sounds spilled out,

The unheard becoming a doubt,

A wicked smile and a laughter,

Sometimes heard just as a noise,

Dull and gloomy faces are seen,

Dilemma and confusion is felt,

Is it day or night? Still so dark,

The days with dusky dullness,

Where unrest was gobbling up,

A maze which was unsolvable,

Finally being resolved and clear,

It does sometimes drifting back,

But the lamps have being blown,

Just a deep blackness to be seen,

In darkness nothing to recollect,

Nor anything being left to detect,

Sacred does glorious light seems,

But seen only amidst the sorrow,

Living each day by a bleak belief.

Poem 307 : A Passive Exploitation

 A Passive Exploitation

                                   - T ABRAHAM

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An illusion passively being spread,

On an unreal ground over the dead,

Masses getting hypnotised to fade,

The place getting terrorised one day,

Unruly, ruthless and heartless beings,

Hardened by the authority for action,

Illusion and fakeness surrounding,

The misuse being a foregrounding,

A ground with deadly toxins spread,

To yield till it is fully wasted to death,

Abuse being the weapon and shield,

Harmful and cruel it is seem to be,

The cycle of three and six defeated,

None to monitor and control anymore,

Gobbling the precious time for family,

Swallowing up an energy kept for use,

But never does it going to happen,

No more ready for the cycle of two,

Unable to travel through the four,

The time and energy will be there,

Forever to be kept safe and sound,

Until the day starts to encircle around.

Poem 306 : Promising Nativity

 Promising Nativity

                                  - T ABRAHAM

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A soul intermingled with soil,

The land from where it started,

Where the norms rule all over,

Little by little becoming intact,

Promise and vow already made,

The pride is parading joyously,

Confusion caused in its absence,

Silver used to circle and clasp it,

Purest of elements found on earth,

Passing of years with a premise,

Watering the seeds to sprout out,

An everlasting happiness to live,

No more waiting for the clock,

The right time eventually arrives,

Silver turned to a boldened gold,

Bell ringing and ringing around,

Religions fail to greet each other,

The rigid norm ties up together,

The feet fails to feel the ground,

When everything is bound forever.

Poem 305 : Echoing Ecology

 Echoing Ecology

                               - T ABRAHAM

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The nature residing on a throne,

Earthlings being barely borne,

Clinging forcibly over power,

Relax and rest under the bower,

Some being tested and tempted,

The direction towards a valley,

A silent breeze blowing gently,

Warm and cool air alternating,

Storms and floods demolishing,

Balancing the forces of power,

Present at the top of steep tower,

Deserted with plenty of dryness,

Dry air amidst the verge of death,

Grass and gases swirling around,

The life taking a circular round,

Moving away from a lifeless land,

Landing over the wet beach sand,

Enjoyment and laughter to stand,

Mutually growing hand in hand.