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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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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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 it’s 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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At that moment…

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Why does it happen so? That just the release of dopamine for one reason can change the whole way you look at life. Those colour sparks here and there begin to show up. Could it all be a piece of imagination and just pass away? It could seem so, many a while later. But at that moment, it all seems to special. Probably an illusion? If pinching doesn’t work, try listening to your heart beat. You will then know that it is a sunrise, a smile, a raindrop, a clock’s tick or a leaf fluttering in the autumn breeze. It is everything that brings to a momentary world of peace and internal happiness. That when you love that very reason with each of the cell in your body craving for its presence and for it to last forever. Although it wouldn’t be more than just a moment, it will seem eternal. Eternal as to the river of Yiruma or the years of Perri. Make sure you capture it  and keep it safe behind the shadows of your mind. For it shall come out to the sunshine someday and make you smile for no reason…
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A Dream

Your Tower...
 Why do you seem so
My dear, just to be a dream?
Please, to me, do show
Again, your worth and gleam.
Come back to me, oh bird!
I shall never cage you again.
I have never since, heard,
Of your beauty, your terrain.
Your veins are full of life,
Your veinlets – even more!
Never wounded by knife
With energy, they roar!
Your Tower still stands high,
Your Sacred Heart still beats large.
Your children do not buy,
Do not stab more than charge.
At night, your skies are velvet 
Powdered with sparkly stars 
Perfect at your Tower, I bet.
The twinkle on its bars!
Your hairs have greyed with snow
Your beaches are Nice, I say
Your magic makes it glow
That Cathedral where it lay.
Left you, but when in Spring
Left my Beat at your take
I shall return, and shall bring
Back, which you didn’t break.
Make your breeze, your dawn,
Your Tower and Heart
Wait for me, do not con.
For I shall come, unless death do part…