Moon.

The moon shines bright tonight.

Denied by the Earth,

He bears her shadow partially,

As she turns towards the sun.

They tried keeping peace.

They rarely fought for her.

But when they did,

She was harmed most.

The moon went around her

For months and years.

Burnt a part of him each night

Only to make her smile.

He touched her heart

Which lies deep in the sea.

Just the waves and tides

Were for others to see.

His brighest of days

Were feasts to the heavens.

His darkest of days

Were lit by oil lamps.

Earth loved, not him,

But the sun so majestic.

A half of her always

Thought of him, day or night.

Little did she know,

That he had many admirers

Who did pretty much

The same at different times.

The moon tried,

Tried very hard to shine.

He reflected the sun’s charm

To his beloved’s delight.

But Earth always knew,

She would die without the sun.

For it is he

Who gave her life.

While she was busy

Admiring the magical star,

He danced around her

Like she danced around him.

What she didn’t know,

Was that the moon lit up

The side forgotten by the sun.

He gave her hope

When there was none.

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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.

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

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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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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Else

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Start something to complete it,
Do no begin it else.
Sharing is done to be equal,
Do not split it else.

A smile has to be genuine,
It has no value else.
Laughter is created to echo,
It isn’t wholesome else.

A dance has to be fair,
Do not try it else.
Music craves to be listened,
Not to be heard else.

Promise, to keep it.
Do not promise else.
An oath is something holy,
Respect it. Don’t name it else.

Truth is meant to be said,
It isn’t to be muttered else.
Devotion is from the heart,
It isn’t devotion else.

Pain demands to be felt,
It isn’t yet pain else.
Tears require to flow,
They aren’t to be made else.

Light a candle to illuminate,
Don’t burn it else.
End the poem to forget it,
Do not end it else.

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The piano knows something I don’t…

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Every time I get close,
He tried to tell me
At the elegant pose
He shows me to see.

When I play out loud,
He pretends to know.
Stares at that cloud
He smiles and a bow.

At the trills and accents
He seems to blush.
Lets out fragrant scent
At my very touche.

At the whites it begins
To the infinite it flows.
The blacks from Chopin’s
Till everything glows.

Something has sunken,
So deep into him
That his pump is drunken
Whom without, goes dim.

Beauty lies in the eyes
Of the beholder.
The cradle of the skies
At the ears of the listener.

There is much to disclose,
Though I know he won’t.
Because the Piano knows
Something that I don’t.

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