The mania for unmarredness, And the abhorrence for fallibility, Wights we are, having predilections, And likings for perfections,
Smearing white talcum on charred corium, And by camouflaging singes and sears, Pusallinamous, we Homo Sapiens, Live our lives, on other's speculations,
A rouged rose and a campion, A carnation and an exotic eucomis, All charismatic and spellbinding, Varied, but hypnotizing and enthralling,
The cosmos is infinitely imperfect, Flaws espied, in every populace, Each res publica is incapacitated, Sans other nation's succourance , It's the communion, the concord, That is of paramount importance....
And, hither mankind is traipsing, Disquieted and perturbed causelessly,
'Not every piece might fit in a jigsaw, A story might be absolute, though, the conclusion is incomplete, An unfinished game of chess might be, Equally satisfying as a finished one Our efforts always might not be the best, They might turn out to be damp squibs, Not every painting might be shaded, Not every moon would always be lustrously spherical...'
/Still imperfections are wonderful and perfections are trifling requisites/
arya_abhipsaEvery poem you write , leaves me in awe for the rest of the day , and today I read 4 of your poems ( umm 4 right ?? Ughh this bad memory ' counting on fingers ' ) ohh yayy 4 it is ...and now I don't know for how much I'll sit and daydream about them ....well loved the idea behind the poem . Absolutely wonderful and true ...We are not we anymore , but just the products of the thoughts of society and we are shrinking within ourselves more and more each day.... FABULOUS !!!! Keep inking and leave me daydreaming...
P.S. I'm really sorry for reading your posts so late I was super busy since some days and I got some free time today and remembered getting your notification so here I am ✌✌ . Don't mind pls
tejaswini_3@aryaabhipsa I reject your apology and throw it in the wastebin....I know how difficult it must be for you to manage poetry and studies especially when exams are lingering near....even I am not using mirakee much, it's boards year !!! Anyways, I am still very happy to know that you loved the concept on my writeup.... Thank you so much sissy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Wording a poetic prose , That of a non-authoritative probe That definitive instinct , To redesign and revitalize the globe , Mountaintop , lonesome , And in communion , the soul , with the wilderness That's how I see my Dream Abode
Tracts uncultivated , Some uninhabited zones , Looking for the helpers , Wrapped in teak or the oak , Appearances resembling dust or the stones , Reinstating dialogue , toppling the eras of loneliness That's how I see my Dream Abode
Advertence calling , Attracting observance tones , Fading away the grief's impressions , Asking for forgiveness , Divine , For a complete lifetime of transgressions , Killing lethargy , enlivening again the mindfulness , That's how I see my Dream Abode
Thoughts , these , are a bit more too few , But , for all the help from every You , Rapport, installed afresh and a widened view Approaches , more humanistic , Compassion , be the only lead and clue , Can we Rebuild , A globe , That's more livable , more caring , With ease of livingness , more vigorous , anew Wherein,for every Life , it's the same sky, Blue And every single face , That blooms happily , like a Beauteous Rose That's how I see my Dream Abode