She descended from the uneven stairs of oblivion. Freeing herself and tying a knot in her hair to make a vow for upcoming endeavors. I've seen her toasting her tears and frothing her fears with a new hope every time she fell down and tasted destruction. Breaking the shackles of unborn darkness and stealing the evil smiles from those hubristic beings. Broken she never was, breaking every dawn.
She is the last crack on those walls which were painted of anger and anguish. She is the only poem in the world of broken verses where people blend fake ingredients to serve them later in a tureen later to be named as poets.
She breaks every rule to kiss the sunshine In her dark room when breakdowns snuffle in her head
She breaks the bones of those who try to come in her way .
She is the broken star far more stronger than shimmering ones. She is that square which is evolving in the circles of this world.
@shaiz_fs all credit goes to you . If you hadn't said those words I wouldn't have wrote this Thanks for everything.
____________ Seven Dynasties of Love
With a long beard and tensed shoulder wearing a blue thawb he kept saying in a sotto voce 'Love cause disasters, if only one summer can take you away from your own peace'. In a distance a wave of beleaguered battles arose and war was what they witnessed betwixt the seven dynasties
'You are always wrong..' said the raindrops as they tickled the skin of yellow lilly bulbs 'once I thought that you were right and that was the only time I was wrong'. As those words splashed their ink on the green-ery a poem took birth absorbing in the aurora of violets, indigos and reddened oranges the northern winds collided with the chest of skies. And a harper strummed his harp healing the hollow nights .
The cassettes halted and in a breathe an anonymous choir started. It was all black. Glimpsing a porcelain face— stark white but travelling on a floe in closed eyes. In this siesta, a bullet broke his heart. Blood it was but not only red. It contained the blood of all seven dynasties It etches a rainbow of love . Of unrequited Love .
-this is how rainbows cause love, but love turn all the rainbows grey .
_____ * Here the seven dynasties are seven colors of rainbow.
A #break from poetries , Is a silent breakup with bask , Make stages , a village where , I will not have to wait for cuckoo's koo , To have a break .
Crescent: half moon ( that's broken ) Personified shadow: an inseparable person (closest) Spade : a set of cards Canasta : a game to be played in partnerships( partnership = amour) Storeys : the experience Junctions: destinations