rogue word alley...
aah words, you irascible rogues.
what is it that you whisper into my ears?
"for old time's sake, my old friend,
let us take a walk down the alley."
take me back if you will,
cause the truth be told.
i missed thee.
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aah words, you irascible rogues.
what is it that you whisper into my ears?
"for old time's sake, my old friend,
let us take a walk down the alley."
take me back if you will,
cause the truth be told.
i missed thee.
what is it that brings us together?
like a gentle breeze on a moonlit night
guiding the dance of a feather's flight;
a mindless traveler fancying a tripe.
like the fragrance of a new blossom,
drifting in the feisty spring wind;
a feel-me-close, but touch-me-not dream.
like the dizzying dance of a desert storm,
running endlessly in the waterless sand;
ravishing hungrily all at hand.
for soldiers we are not,
to be commanded to war
in a cause that is not of our own.
it has to be something,
akin to an inscrutable fiend;
and so it is destiny.
tepid and timid, thieving forlorn glimpses,
how can they be anything but venomous;
to the bold wind caressing your hair.
blinded that they are, these distant oculars,
blinded with the sight of your beauty;
my eyes are now sinners.
to spite others who behold your beauty,
is the sin they'd gladly surrender to;
finding salvation in each glimpse won,
now forever theirs to treasure.
fragrance of blossoms re-enacting an eternity of birth & death,
stolen into the distance by the gentle breeze;
all that remains is the seed that germinated into the tree.
burnt by thy own fire,
O' Prometheus, forgotten shall be thee.
thy gifts turned to dust;
nothing thee did will ever be enough.
guarded by vengeance, chained by ignominy
a bare rock to pierce thee flesh;
where you'd fantasized the touch of gentle lamb skin.
pain & punishment, thy reward for having done fair.
not a tear shall trickle from thee eyes
to whet thy hollow sigh of lament.
it is your bane, O' Prometheus,
that men don't cry.
एक नयी दुल्हन कि पायल की झंकार, बच्चों की गिदगिदाती हँसी, बुढ़ापे का साथ...बस यही तोह है सपनो का घर हमारा।