Wall’s Writings…

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(i)
written
on wrinkled bosom
of days bygone,
are faded scribbles
of ancient ambiguity;

figures engraved
on igneous’ breast
by Neanderthal fingers
to whisper history
in ears of tomorrow.

(ii)

walls of kingdoms long
dilapidated,
surviving
the oxymoron moods
of cynical time,

as legacies of antiquity,
are blasphemed–
by doodled
prophesies
of fickle infatuations.

(iii)

walls of
evaporated years
of a lost childhood,
once donned in
scrolled caricatures
of molting innocence–

now stand
whitewashed in
acrylic proprieties
of youth,
yet with lingering scent
of withered past,
in nostrils of
gossamer memories…

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Dreams of a Frozen Lake…

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the frozen lake
sleeps under candy-floss skies
of a shivering winter,
hibernating under sugary caresses
of wispy snowflakes,
while a lenient winter sun
is too busy munching on honeydews
to melt her reservations.

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she is sleeping beauty
lost in an eternal slumber awaiting
unconsciously for golden kiss
of a daffodil sun of springtime,
unaware of the mist curtains
which hang over her meditations,
and the feet which tread
over her frosted somnolence.

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frail colors of blanched winter
freckle her mirrored silences in smiles
like volatile rainbow sighs,
while she indulges in fluid dreams
of sun rays in aureate stilettos
waltzing over her dulcet ripples
as she preens in her versatile silks
like a poetry of blue-green syllables
echoing in crystal couplets.

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she dreams of balmy summer afternoons
kissed by palm fronds swaying
in breeze scented in mango blossoms,
while a canoe sails over sapphire realms
its rowing arms scattering
a saccharine music over the quiet,
and laughters splintering
like glass bangles on the oars.

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she has fragrant dreams,
reverberating with scents from meads
or tangerine melancholy
voiced in muted whispers of autumn,
as changing visage of seasons
is reflected in her altering moods,
and clad in iced silhouettes of winter
she reminiscences about the past.

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fantasies enshroud her siestas
she dreams of twilight’s colors smeared
over her turquoise crumples in
liquid flames of gold,purple,cerise,
like reiterations of a day’s introspections
of lotuses abloom in redolent pinks
and water hyacinths flowering in mauve
over her symphonies of fluid blue.

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she dreams of cavorting fishes,
caught in fish net preoccupations,
as simple folk songs of fishermen dissolve
their bliss in the tranquility of mute eventides,
of tiara nights entrenched in opal moon
and fireflies sprinkling nights in sparkles,
which are echoed on her satin ripples
while she holds a wrinkled moon in her palm,
as winter’s opacities engulf her sinews.

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