Stylus Entry - 8

Riding the high spirits, and
living the dreams,
memories affront eyes with lovely face within
dangling heart, frozen mouth
shaking lips for fear unseen,
the jerky flaming life...
seems so lush and green.

lovely nature, lovely spring
lovely thoughts,lovely scene
lovely faces, lovely 'ring'
lovely song the fairies sing,
thoughts presents an opera,
with life beautiful as ever been.

nay the feel that poet need,
nay the words that writer heed,
nay the colours a painter seek
nay the songs thou soul bleed,
its all amazing, all awaking
a new sail to pleasure unseen.

the grandeur of raw emotions,
brings the doom to, captive motion
unrestricted, uninhibited
sweeping over every 'wall'
drunken mind , drunken soul
a drunken wish to lead them all..
Be! the last gaze of mortal self,
thou lovely face, my assassin!

- Bhaskar Sharad, P08014

Labels: Poem, Stylus

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