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The Fallen Times: A Poem on Reality Once upon a gelid land I wrote and sang and told a man Of dreams that course a rigid fold Oh not so sweet and not so sour But the man too was swept with time The man had his own rhymes So he held my hand and gave a chord And then he sank on the baltic floor Worried, I was, I gave a call To ten or twenty or maybe some more All clad in their snazzy suits They stood by to gaze the storm But then there at the end of time One stepped to cross the line With seven streets in bedlam roar He picked the man from a strangers door The journey began, I watched the sky And it was then I asked him why We tear the miles to snow Where we are not meant to show Yet in a while the night was nigh The terror tall, the mountains high And that is where he burried a soul With twenty lies or twenty four Today he said you rest in land Far away from the alien hands Where honour is a pass of time And change leans on a silver dime Your fate was vile, it struck a wall Now the city burns with a subtle fall Of warmth and love that rinse the cries Of every lost on a midden dry Today he said the books are new Like little drops of morning dew Which dilly dallies on the broken minds But fills the colour of a bairn true And so the children's play in halls With a little wobble and a hobby horse Yes they invite the one they like The barefooted or a golden pride Alas! The edge was here to stay A evil swallowed the northern way And the sky sparkled with spiller flares Above a man with wounded prayers But the man was busy he walked a mile I followed him for a certain while Until he wept and sat below The dreaded heights of several more
जानू ना क्या है इस सागर की बात क्यू देखे है मुझको ये यादो के साथ क्यू बहकी है आँखे इन लहरों की आज अब याद है मेरी एक बादल के पास ये यादे कभी है कलम की डोरी कभी हल्के घावो की दो छोटी सी बोरी पर नहीं है इसमे कुछ मीठा सा सार तो कैसे होगी पूरी फिर सागर की बात
The old sun withers As he spray away the sparks The light that he shimmered Now lays in the dark With qualms in the eyes He peers at his kin But oh what is good And oh what is sin He reaches the sky And paves the floor Bare of the bricks Yet all full of hopes The world is a cycle Some live some die If he is a human He just wants to fly The days passed Then years were gone And there he was sitting In a freckled fuzzy fall A chamber of fear A wail to gods And then he was going Away from us all With stern smile On our morning chairs We raised the cups For a nightingale But the song was dreary It took our stride The old sun withered Away in the light
"When you think humans are weak, gaze inside their most fragile eye"
In the stirring lush Of a mystic light The day broke From the edge of a night Those tender taps Were clad of songs But the front whispered A letter of gone Like spilling sun She snugged the air Then waved a storm At sultry fair She laughed, she smiled She took a pause For a blossom She was feathered and tall The days swept So I spent the hours On soiled burns And back of war Yes the winds roared After a certain spell But it was withered All for someone else Then I trailed I was just firm to spar Not letting a welt Of who you are But it got drowsy It wasnt fair I was a curse And not a square
The forest is littered And the dust tangs of smoke Oh an army of warriors Killed the rebels without hope Yet my heart is beating I cant seem to understand Why am i gasping In velvet as a man It is so grim Was i plagued by the sun Now a light unveils Some agony of the none Will those pyres burn Afore my spirit can Just make your prayers Said the living dan He looks at the blue And i wail as a fawn Can i let my lips hold The feather of a maund Can i lay the mist Forever by my side So it wane the marvels Of love and a life Can i house the wind And carol all the songs When they creep to shatter A beacon of the dawn Can i see a glimpse Of fire and the ice So i don't curse The weather of a rive
The winter is done Though my own wish for a quilt of sand So it doesn't have to burn When it wakes up with a hollow hand The snow is clear And a flash is whirling in the air But it doesn't have to run As it cannot bolster what i wear The mist is ailing And flowers are a bit of fair But they doesn't have to string The song of a roset square The wind is warm For the feast and for the bare But it doesn't have to halt The gust of raving care The winter is done And I wish it was never there Were you a little tender I must had smiled in blossoms, oh dear
The hiver is raw Maybe vier than past Yet i dont feel Its swelter on calves I walk and swing In ado of stey Yet for the beloved I have nothing to say Is it due to visor A shade of the owl The taking of a leisure A part of the bowl Or is it the rhythm A chorus of the rain The drizzle and the fall A song all the same The choler is bathing In dinette of the hall The eking of a maple The journey for a call But the ways are blaze They dont weave from scars It is a fate We stumble on in dark
I want to scribe A world in a chair The gyrate of a awn The icing of a pair But how do i scour The spills of a war Soaked in a ember Away from it all I keep vying In matrix and squares A drill of a sept The warble of a quail But am i sick From bubble of a mod Why do i hustle Guay in a fall The orbs are glim A glare to the sight And i am a bird Again in the light But how can i fly In fiction as a ghost If verity is wonder A hate to the whole The blue is fading A realm in a bind The flash with vigour A flag of the life But how can i scribe A lie of the door When all i have Is fear on the coast
A serene gush of hunger Is crown to empty halls It doesnt know to ponder It doesnt know to stop It raise itself From the ashes of nay It is yes a magic The wonder of a fay It sweeps away the tone The jaded to the ground And dazzles them with gold A rover in the town But what if the blocks Are all a sew of lies The moon doesnt question A bubble in he bides The prayer to the sky An immense sense of awe Some eternities will pass In spring and sow its flaws The horrors will scurry In spot they used to hide The sorrow of a swan In sea she used to guide A nestling of dawn A beauty and a fight The business for a shard The one that seize the light A ardour That refines the greatest of scars It is love It is not grey or dark
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