From Her Parted Soul

She could have been beautiful,
Had they let her live.
Her flight of creamy flutter,
Her room of witching events
They wove, turning to deception.
They dressed from her parted soul.
She could have been glorious,
Had they been fair.
Her hinge made residence,
Her strength taken for play
Stressed, ripped and caged her.
They adorned from her parted soul.
She could have been graceful,
Had they loved her differently.
Her resplendent plumage,
Fed her, with much of greed.
Took away her children first.
They ate from her parted soul.
She could have been stunning,
Had they protected her.
Her magnificent weapons,
Seeked for her, but with desire,
Until her race disintegrated.
They survived with her parted soul.
She could have been exquisite,
Had they known her value.
Her presence being a boon,
Hauled her sisters to sheets
And reared her for many a gut.
They lettered from her parted soul.
She could have been imperial,
Had they respected her existence.
Her unmatched caliber,
A penalty to her assemblage,
Plundered her right to creation.
They ravished from her parted soul.
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It’ll go on forever…

It’ll go on forever
It is a worm, a wriggly thing.
It could keep eating at the start.
It could change all that is happening,
It could gobble up whole parts.

It’ll grow bigger at every bite.
It would leave behind its past at times
And emerge out to a better sight.
It’ll now chew at beats of wind chimes.

Soon will bring a stage of depression,
Of conversion and magical portion.
During this time of transformation,
It’ll change all of its proportions.

To come out, it has to try.
And before that, set everything right.
For once it decides to fly,
To look at the world at a different height.

It doesn’t wait for long,
It just takes its flight along.
A touch of a breeze is enough,
And it shall part to become tough.

It never waited for anyone.
It is its own life-saver.
This might be a dreamy one,
But it’ll go on forever.

A.Printzesa

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A spikelet

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The point of ink soils.
The unflawed canvas it spoils.
Impure canvas elated.
Its lowliness abrupt uplifted.

The spikelet dwells on her.
For the much received pamper,
Protection, its responsibility.
Although limit to her beauty.

Ever together is a phantom
T’is ubiquitous at random.
Error to your concealing,
Always the fellow feeling.

Mole at the main stage.
Oh! But you aren’t a sage.
It shall be your theme.
Blemished yet moonbeam ?

Bowed manner at your brim.
My heartbeat its synonym.
Broken at thy dysphoric eye.
After much heat, T’is to purify.

T’is for you, who rose,
I shall become spikelet.
For t’is you who I chose,
To protect.

A.Printzesa

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Infinity

It’s amusing how life can be strange. She shows you how she plays, the way she connects things to another. Just like nerve cells in a brain. Sometimes you don’t know how two things can be connected until you suddenly realise it. 
Life shows you that people can be complete psychopaths. But can have a deep history behind them which made them the way they are. Some of those scars or wounds are hard to heal or just hard to accept sometimes. Yet all of it seems but a dream as time passes by. One might sit one evening and just laugh at it someday thinking what kind of person he/she was back then. Yet it all lies in the magic of realisation. 
It shows how people change with time. Of course, it being a form of dimension, it brings change. And maybe that very moment of change cannot be forgotten. Just like the little magic one experiences when doing things from the heart. It could be anything. But those are things which one never forgets. It’s connected to a part of you. A part of your soul. You know that when it happens, it touches your soul and just takes you out into the space. Space where many more arrive, but through different sources. A place where you find heaven within this cage of a life. It would seem like eternity before you return back to real life. But those moments are the ones which keep us going. Those are the ones which keep deep souls to remain on earth for one last time before they find their infinity within themselves. And until you find an infinity within you.

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Be A Miracle

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Sometimes you realise that you are better off alone. You know that you can stand stronger without others needing to hold on to you. You can skate better only if you are left to do so. That’s when you are left free
A bird isn’t meant to be caged. It is meant to fly. Could you force it to swim? Or a fish to fly? The primary obstruction it is breath. A fish breathes under water pressure. And a bird, under air pressure. It makes a difference.
People think you can’t stay alive without their extra oxygen support. But thank you, I can breathe, I have a nose of my own and a good pair of lungs that works good enough for me.
A child, an infant, learns to breathe only when it is put to pressure to do so. Could you be expecting a babe practicing breathing inside the womb? Or dilating its eyes maybe? 
A diamond. A precious little thing. Quite cheap ain’t it? For a billionaire maybe. Well, it sure deserves that respect. It’s a simple piece of coal which became stronger under pressure?! I mean, who expected a darn bark of a dead tree to become a diamond underground? A miracle ain’t it?
This miracle is used to express how one can be a queen on the other’s heart. A queen, who deserves the respect of a diamond. A royalty, who owns the red empire of blood purification which totally works on pressure itself.
And what if that applied to people in real life? It’s up to you.
It’s up to you to compress like a substance in liquid state or withstand it to become a diamond. Be a precious gem, a queen or a miracle.

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A Potter’s Play

 

It is first letter of the alphabet.
It is the ear of a pup you pet.
It is a funny clown’s hat.
It is the nose of a kitty cat.

It is a terpsichorean cobra’s head.
It is an Apsara pencil lead.
It is a naked Christmas tree.
It is a figure with corners three.

It is a tall young fold mountain.
It is a flag for a hurried train.
It is a yellow petal of chilli flower.
It is the gorgeous Eiffel tower.

It is a sail of a yacht sailing.
It is a piece of pizza craving.
It is the sharp claw of a tiger.
It is a safe tent were you linger.

It is the shiny canine you own.
It is a spotted Desi scarf worn.
It is an elegant cut of cheese.
It is a road sign ok please?

It is a exotic bond I say,
With fantasy and wonder on tray.
It is all yet a potter’s clay,
Don’t tear away in dismay.
There’s still a long long way,
In a manner of radioactive decay?

Just pick a cafe au lait,
One silent calm soirée.
And triple action replay,
All but wonder in a similar way
Of the potter’s play
To remember forever and a day…

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