Poem 336 : The Soothing Rhythm

 The Soothing Rhythm

                                       - T ABRAHAM

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Tight strings holding honestly,

Sharp strings sharpened sleek,

Tunes turning two needles away,

Lights flickering to be turned on,

Pulsating sensations lingering,

Keys tuning softly and gently,

Distractions being destroyed,

Demons being stabbed to death,

When life blooms with a breath,

Patches fall apart to make nets,

Captured the soothing essence,

Loss turning into strong lessons,

Fingers scrolling and controlling,

Moving speedily and steadily,

Sickness turned to strength readily,

A rage racing and calming itself,

Diminished vanity turning to sanity,

Real air becoming a peacemaker,

Finally trashing the pacemaker,

Fake essence and senseless drama,

It still moves apart like an enigma.

Poem 335 : End Of Drama

 End Of Drama

                              - T ABRAHAM

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True words being uttered only once,

But the false and fakeness repeating,

Uttered one time and never undone,

Sequence being repeated in long run,

Fairness turned to dark under the sun,

Sunshine kept hidden by the fatigue,

Sleepy head moving out in the dark,

Eyes lost their glamour and spark,

Dull drowsiness and wobbling in air,

Bravest step taken by one who dares,

Even though evil follows backward,

Moving and pressing towards light,

To have some delight in the sunlight,

A darkness dared to come behind,

Swords of freedom kept hidden,

The day it was raised against a curse,

Swords and shields kept protecting,

Freedom aroused from one last verse.

Poem 334 : Adverse Diversity

 Adverse Diversity

                                 - T ABRAHAM

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Strings of dissimilar strands,

Stiffness and broken strands,

Unable to weave soft garlands,

Threading apart to difference,

Unwelcoming the sufferance,

Anticipating mutual acceptance,

Repelling and rebelling apart,

Darkness and light can resolve,

But friction present unsolved,

Softer strands tearing loudly,

And cheapest rough threads,

Are chewing loud and rudely,

New born strands dying out,

Friction causing smoke to come,

When the binaries meet to rebel,

None can compel to stay mutual.