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'Hope', read it aloud.

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  • landscape 5w

    Pretence seeks gravity,
    Honesty owns it.

    - coral

  • landscape 5w

    Thou, a sunflower of my garden
    dressed in yellow,
    the tulips are envious of thy brightness.

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    You pronounced love
    which you knitted for someone new
    If my heart was a gateway
    it would end up to you.

    - coral

  • landscape 8w

    The tyranny preaching harmony is garnished with floral bouquets
    for you to gather the voids
    when the lost battles are painted with the crimson of communism.

    ©coral

  • landscape 8w

    How often do you feel alive?
    How often to give up the vibe?
    Why do you stay awake?
    When nights are real and served on your plate.

    ©coral

  • landscape 16w

    আমি চলচ্চিত্র নই
    নই সংগীত,
    কিন্তু আমি এদের মতোই ভবঘুরে।

    - কোral

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    I ain't a screenplay
    Ain't music,
    But I'm a vagabond just like they are.

    - coral

  • landscape 23w

    Bridges

    I am done with
    the aroma of summer,
    now let my pain be absorbed in ashes
    In autumn, I would be free,
    I won't be in constellations
    I won't be the calligraphy you call home
    I would be one of those old sand grains;
    Vagabond.


    - c o r a l

  • landscape 23w

    Antiquity
    __________

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and saw that clouds were some enigmatic characters of a lovelorn spring, the sun rays gently kissing the outdoors and indoors are deprived of affection. My place is a grey gloomy garden gathering grassroot vintages, plucking euphoric verses lying in a corner inside those dumb envelopes, sealed to death, stamped with crux of goodbyes and hereby the funeral(s) of nostalgia I have attended, I found myself in a state resembling a torn page of Pride and Prejudice. The burlesque dancer, pain took steps alongside my heartbeats and made no utterance of the triumph over bygones.

    I glued my eyes to sleep,
    found myself staring at frames burdened with smiles
    hanging on peach walls of abode like presence;
    My eyes, full of moisture and it is about to rain
    a chunk of dusted emotions longing to the sand
    with which my mind had been nourished subconsciously
    I belonged to home but see time runs at the pace of a cheetah.

    I walked bare feet in nightmares to reach the threshold to apocalypse because my sneakers did not stick to my vagabond feet, the pair of it decided not to accompany my attire in nightmares. They are afraid of this monologue, the gurgling laugh of a d(evil) down deserted dreams, "monologues." I avoided this rust I am serious, I neither want to be a rusted iron nor a responding vigilant. I want not to provide necessities to despair anymore. All I want is to stay the clown I was. You know that shadows pierce the walls, like that, monologues slap on the face of fantasy. My lover had a stance of grey painted with melodies of affection. Poems, Oh goodness, I envy you. Your aura keeps humming "HOME, breathe." Past was a tall, handsome man in grey archives and is. I belonged to past, I left after few clock ticks. I left. I.


    - Coral



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    I owe you a sky full of melodies,
    let me know when you are at the club
    with the jukebox and rhapsodies.


    ©landscape

  • landscape 23w

    From the perspective of a loved one, pen.

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    Journey

    There was an inkpot,
    my favourite flavour black was in;
    I quickly drank too much
    and spilled out drunken emotions
    by repeatedly tripping over
    cobblestones called lexicons,
    I finally reached my destination, Poetry.



    ©landscape || - coral

  • landscape 23w

    Maroon

    You can wipe my eyes
    with the euphoria of the aged nostalgia
    but you cannot afford
    to flush out the melancholic sips
    of poignancy plunged with wine.


    - c o r a l

  • landscape 23w

    Cassette

    His parting words evaporated
    from my mind,
    formed melancholic moisture
    and look at the weather of my heart,
    my eyes rained
    throughout the monsoon of separation;
    He stayed at a corner of my mind
    embracing the vulnerable me,
    he took good care of me
    and I repeatedly fell asleep on his lap.


    - c o r a l