Poem 347 : Strange Stubbornness

 Strange Stubbornness

                                  - T ABRAHAM

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Is it the momentum of revenge?

Or doubtful stains of insecurity?

Does it arise from deep within,

Something strange and smirky,

Devilish mischief and mystery,

Strains caused by foul history,

Building deeper dark thoughts,

It flutters away with conscience,

Is it adventure or in real danger?

The beast in play is not very safe,

Best thoughts popping amidst,

Like a flutter of light amidst mist,

Silver shining with clear juvenility,

Blossom amidst the rotting grass,

Transparent and clear as the glass,

Dignity when remembered at last,

Crushes out this stubbornness,

Which never can last forever.

Poem 346 : Static Moments

 Static Moments

                              - T ABRAHAM

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Flapping wings and winds,

Merriment sounds of jingle,

Airy movements within soil,

Breeze gently surrounds to coil,

Moments of stiffness slowly arises,

Which puts a halt and suppresses,

The pause feels hard and heavy,

Fatigue makes hours to get ready,

A wink of an eye becomes heavy,

Snap of fingers are like blistering,

Glittering streams are jittering,

Blooming freshness is battering,

Battered to fade and gently die,

When the blossoms bloomed,

Happiness kept uncelebrated,

Until the gloom surrounded,

The garden which rainbowed,

Now withered away readily,

None can save it at this time,

Not even with the miraculous fountain,

Neither does the humongous mountain,

Whose streams can remove this gloom,

Which can pause these static moments,

And resume the merry movements back.