Category: Poems
Beginning it is, not new
The day is done, sun ain't momently lost to the mirky clouds, it has set. At tomorrow's daybreak, whilst shall rise just as before sun's mien shall connote not just another day, rather a whimsical foray, for nous wanders, to the year that was, calling past to better rescue future that flavors ...
Merry Christmas
Chirk up! Chirk up! Roll in the rhythm, let lips hymn, tune in thy hands, can't hear clack, louder I tell you! Reasons don't matter, its sound that heals, cooked in music, reigning reechoing caroling. Compelling are delicacies, from abode, food and thought, And let be the nativity, but don't branch off! Twined are thy heads, to ...
- carol | Christmas | hymn | Jesus | Music | poem | poetry | sweets
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A Carefree dream
It ought to be Sunday, or, a Monday, probably! Precisely, just another day, unusual becoming usual. Still earth alight on morning rings, sleepless trees kissing winds, nightly passage big on wings to fly, elude, take distant lift, for carked times are thing of past, last night saw it last, for eyes ...
The worlds moved on
Not long ago, the world was thousand places, confined. Nomadic some, took strides to where land was, vagabonds. Stayed those, prolifically concerting up-keeps, dwellers. So were worlds, scads of outlined discrete crowds, non-existent. Gradually indeed, drifters rose crowds outnumbered, conversation. Wanderers no more, they inter-mediated propositions, business. Places bellowed, staged sell-able product-ware, marketplace. And though, implicit, the worlds moved on, to-whole.
- business | cities | dwellers | marketplace | nomads | poem | poetry | trade | world
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