Seamless beauties this life has to offer far and wide
Scarce seems the subtle horses of these diagonals
Stiffness aint the battle of these dreams
Since these times the sound of sanity seems distant
Silently killing dreams of mankind was the apple inevitable
Smirking at existence was the Pandora’s supple box of promises
Swift as this serenity of scruples promise my soul
Stillness of this wave dance wide and far
Sill of this flute playing the notes fairly supernatural
Sail on this differential say many a few
Sigh! Goes the tyrant of Neptune so close
Sane sounds ringing no bells close to sanctity
Swing & Sway shouts the immaturity of this epithet
Silencing this night still sounds a daft unreal!
Ajay Padattil
01/02/2009
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Saturday, 28 February 2009
The S!
Distant Sarcasm!
Stifled and wailing goes these days so traid
Smothered by the fluffy sails weigh these brittle mettle
Mastering the sands of baffling scarcity with audacity
Lifting the parades of this carnival seems so distant
Later in the canisters of plasma this later seems
Scaling the heights of destiny this rather proceeds
Saline seems the distant tunnel of cardinality
Loathing seems a crazy thing of solidarity
Live on!! screams the bronze of severity
Threatening the very existence of sarcasm life brays on
Laughing at this curbs lasting essence of this tunic
Drafting lasting drowsy flimsy staffs aint a sweep so nasty
Lay down and scrape the sinister saddle
Lost and Found sound the beguls of TIME.!
Ajay Padattil
24/02/2009
Smothered by the fluffy sails weigh these brittle mettle
Mastering the sands of baffling scarcity with audacity
Lifting the parades of this carnival seems so distant
Later in the canisters of plasma this later seems
Scaling the heights of destiny this rather proceeds
Saline seems the distant tunnel of cardinality
Loathing seems a crazy thing of solidarity
Live on!! screams the bronze of severity
Threatening the very existence of sarcasm life brays on
Laughing at this curbs lasting essence of this tunic
Drafting lasting drowsy flimsy staffs aint a sweep so nasty
Lay down and scrape the sinister saddle
Lost and Found sound the beguls of TIME.!
Ajay Padattil
24/02/2009
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