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  • game_of_life 4d

    Settling sun, spills
    polychromatic hues
    dressed in
    arcylic yellow
    reciting retros
    of romanticized
    rainbow
    and
    the moon
    who
    played peekaboo
    with mayhem
    of maple leaves
    started to
    mugg up
    metaphors
    hiding
    beside the
    hibernating
    horizon
    cosmic chimes
    seeps into
    his skin
    and he
    ponders, how
    to sew
    the
    shawl
    of sonnets
    silver lined
    by stardust
    on autumns
    acquaintance.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 1w

    Revised Revolution

    I wish, I could
    live like a
    ferocious
    falconet
    flying in the
    skies, spreading
    wings wide
    where, those
    bright colors
    blazing on
    would,
    flash
    yellow
    arcylic,
    painting
    skies with
    yawing hope,
    defacing
    devastating
    dusk.

    I wish, I could
    share my roof
    with the people
    who, never throw
    a cold shoulder
    or their preception
    wouldn't judge a
    poignant personality
    I wish, I would
    never encounter
    an empathic eve
    where, I could
    watch different
    drama playing
    on their
    minds & hearts
    And
    caged
    comparisons
    would contemplate
    compassion
    And
    burning effigy
    of body shaming
    would brighten up
    this world.

    I wish, I could
    drape a
    lightweighted
    silk saree
    border,
    embroided
    with flawless
    felicity
    pale pallu
    doesn't
    reminds
    patriarchy
    and
    I paint my
    nails with
    war paint,
    drips
    rebellion red.

    I wish, I could
    eat my meal
    without paranoia,
    watching, wavy
    walks
    of welkin
    I wish, I could
    cut
    the cheat meal
    where, bread
    tastes bitter
    jam
    tastes jealousy
    Where, olives
    ogle
    and savoury
    soup sips
    sourness of
    summer
    words of relatives
    seems
    like interrogative
    igloos built
    in
    sprinkling spring
    And
    Nightmares of
    molestation
    doesn't seep
    from roof
    of modern
    era.

    I wish, I could
    breathe in air
    with aromatic
    presence
    where, marriage
    is completely
    choice based
    scenario
    Racial discrimination
    doesn't rain
    Caste system
    would commit
    suicide
    corrupt crops
    would die
    dancing, over
    dead bodies
    of bribed
    and
    There shall never
    be restriction
    imposed on a
    girl child or
    grief of
    domestic violence
    doesn't knock
    the doors.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 6w

    Hope is a colorful cliff,
    we doodle on last page of pain.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 6w

    I spill claustrophobic colors
    cubicled, my mind
    on the elegaic empyrean
    to paint gracious galaxy
    but, I lurke beneath
    cautious ceiling
    my willingness
    wilted on either
    side of window ;
    curtained calmness.

    I look into appealing
    eye of aperture
    paranoic planteoid
    pouts, hid behind
    cloying nest ;
    coised clouds
    where, sprinklers
    sleep floating
    on sapphire sea.

    Loading, streaks of
    yellow and subtle
    orange from
    saudade of spring
    I picture delicacy
    of dwarf planet
    one stroke at
    a time, reminiscing
    missing presence.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 8w

    Vagabond verandah


    Is peachy
    like palpable painting
    of placidity, like lipgloss
    of shrinking skies
    kissing, west winds.

    Is frescoed
    like effulgence of
    empyrean,
    smear of skies
    smiling at symphony
    of scars.

    Is fascinating
    like a fraile
    flamboyant,
    flurs fragrance
    of peace
    permeate
    optimistic orenda.

    Is introspecting
    like wretched winter,
    ressambles sweater
    kitten by autumns
    acquaintance,
    monogrammed
    with marshmallowed
    mizzles
    sometimes, it
    questions
    dexterous darkness
    darns, despise
    digged holes.

    ©game_of_life



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    Vagabond verandah

  • game_of_life 10w

    #unnoticed


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    I'm an unnoticed utopia,
    pushed aside
    by autumns aisle
    while, painting
    orange orenda
    with the
    rustling reveries.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 10w

    #tautogram

    Thank you so very much
    @writersnetwork ❤️������������
    My seventeenth repost !! Yay ��

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    she screams at sulken sun,
    sending sighs of somber
    sunflowers ;subdued
    signs of sedated
    safflower on her
    skin, streched over
    scars
    sipping, sundown
    she sends suffice
    scroll of sufferings
    scribbled by her
    sleepless silence, to
    seamless
    skies
    starring at soothing
    sigh of stellars
    she sells suspicious
    song of solitary to
    speck of stardust,
    sacks of sleep
    sauntered, and
    signed to
    serenade her
    solace.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 10w

    Flowers blossom
    in spring, furls
    flamboyance
    as aphonic apricot
    assembles amaranthine
    of senile
    solis every morning,
    shivering skies
    muffle them
    with sapphire
    sailcloth,
    where
    silver printing
    of soothing
    sonnets were
    embilleshed
    linguistic,
    luna hymn
    hagiographic
    happiness.
    seamless
    seas, subside
    and shrank ship
    of
    somnolence
    rivulet of
    reveries
    rejuvenate
    as, halo
    sails on
    music of
    midnights.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 11w

    words, are whispers of wind
    wraps whacked winter in warmth of wellbeing
    weaves, whimsical wallflower with waves of welkin.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 12w

    Poetry
    motley metaphors
    of melancholic muse.

    ©game_of_life