The Promethean pious volubility of psychedelic augury- rubricated the chiliad of hawkish stentorian vestige by eulogizing the alembic orlaith of orgulous caelitis paradigm and glinting the daedal ensnare of cyclopean tutelage's savoir-faire ultimately eternizing the core of eternal cognizance.
Nonetheless, why this heart's credulity is yet susceptible to the ephemeral nefarious petties of ethereal life?!
Your quiescence is farther hankering to get sophisticate in the parturition of its own vehemence through the nascent words of poesy to live beyond the exemplification of life’s schmaltz.
Coz you postulate the fact that words are thaumaturges; 'ey are the stravaging lychnis, blooming through the sortiger reticence; 'ey are the contour of quiescent euphemism soaring high on the fields of umpteen minds of transcendental soul; 'ey are the savage solivagant yugen sauntering the elysian kairos of laconic nue volontè. 'ey are the matutinal surreptitious pareidolia eternizing the orlaith sillage as cryptic propinquity of sisu.
So, wade through the plethora of confabulated sonders of copacetic oeuvre and peruse the silhouettes of your ineffable fervours without being a stolid taciturn.
The true art of Reading a poetry Is to feel a fire in your bones Yet ache to burn But here's a toast To a gypsy's song Hawker's chant Pauper's tears To the things not noticed Here's a toast To the poems Half-written, To the words Half-felt.
The city's heavy With saudades Of tired souls And biased stars Of a December sky I shall end up being a surrogate Of dead hearts And tell you, My dear friend This poem is a blueprint Of all the faces You've loved and left And if you feel a flicker, While reading these words Know that it's a greater flare Blazing within my heart.
#just#thoughts This post wasn't planned to be 250th post... But it is what it eeez ! Because If I pressurised myself for the 250th post that was gonna be a story than the story would may turned out to be a worse one because of the pressure, and i was also stuck at 250th and it affected and restricted my creativity .. So it is what it eez! Story kabhi auurr sahi