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amit-pokhrel
amit-pokhrel
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The ordinates concealed in your infinitesimal rationale Insufficiencies portraying vestibules in your feverish attires Every new soul you see makes you feel homeless Dizzying altitudes you feel inside the depth of cavities Indifference on pain and sufferings you crave for And, Hell; you feel inside grandeurs of perspectives Hate; for the dearth of adulation on you Liken Gaia could have never taught you of your frailty Postulation of Karma and de-carnation of meanings made you converted You were on the path of revolt Against, say, cosmos! Every symbolic gestures remind me of your meddlings Penultimate; utter grievance of never ending poignancy The night sky could have never baffled about your existence Palpitation could have never made you shiver But you have cried, Of your loneliness! Say, A tiny fraction of clairvoyance I gave Pulled you down into the puddle of wanderings Instigation of a melody; created the symphony A mere touch; drenched you into the silken lake I spoke for your heart and you praised Then, I gave you love but I got caged How could I have done whatever you wished? Since nobody knows, The culminating dichotomy of your pantheistic ideas, And of a maggot growing inside you Breathless desires governing your feet, And the time falsifying your plutonic ancestry Mosaic glittering over your virtuous self, And the tapestry of vanity covering your abysses Depleting number of Hordes and Tartars fighting for your existence, And devalued meaning of your modern-self All those songs that never could soothe you Teeny panting of your blasphemous heart Multitude of distances you travelled Series of condemnation bouncing between you and me Your fleeting poverty Your affections on materials Like you die the death of pertinence Love shall never please you Nonchalant, over the, Embargo you created on the faith And the game you created on the bliss But you shall never win Since, you are a mere human soul Bless you!!
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
amit-pokhrel
Bless You
The ordinates concealed in your infinitesimal rationale Insufficiencies portraying vestibules in your feverish attires Every new soul you see makes you feel homeless Dizzying altitudes you feel inside the depth of cavities Indifference on pain and sufferings you crave for And, Hell; you feel inside grandeurs of perspectives Hate; for the dearth of adulation on you Liken Gaia could have never taught you of your frailty Postulation of Karma and de-carnation of meanings made you converted You were on the path of revolt Against, say, cosmos! Every symbolic gestures remind me of your meddlings Penultimate; utter grievance of never ending poignancy The night sky could have never baffled about your existence Palpitation could have never made you shiver But you have cried, Of your loneliness! Say, A tiny fraction of clairvoyance I gave Pulled you down into the puddle of wanderings Instigation of a melody; created the symphony A mere touch; drenched you into the silken lake I spoke for your heart and you praised Then, I gave you love but I got caged How could I have done whatever you wished? Since nobody knows, The culminating dichotomy of your pantheistic ideas, And of a maggot growing inside you Breathless desires governing your feet, And the time falsifying your plutonic ancestry Mosaic glittering over your virtuous self, And the tapestry of vanity covering your abysses Depleting number of Hordes and Tartars fighting for your existence, And devalued meaning of your modern-self All those songs that never could soothe you Teeny panting of your blasphemous heart Multitude of distances you travelled Series of condemnation bouncing between you and me Your fleeting poverty Your affections on materials Like you die the death of pertinence Love shall never please you Nonchalant, over the, Embargo you created on the faith And the game you created on the bliss But you shall never win Since, you are a mere human soul Bless you!!
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Oh! Wilderness! My friend from the futile land I, a devoid soul, of emancipation Of the wilder lands— Where covets and virtues of the past Do not have their say. The morbid authority of present Does not have its reign. And, you from the epitome of pulsating catharsis, Where— The falsifying dreams of redemption Doesn’t bite with it’s jaws And, doesn’t gnaw with it’s claws! I seek you Over and throughout Where dark alleys do not contain Souls weeping it’s heart out Like never-ending rain shower. I seek you A longing for the warmth Where the scorching desert suns Do not burn the nativity down Into human ashes! I seek you Like in a search for the continuum Where meek hearts don’t dare to sedate themselves In the near fear of the dragon inside— Themselves! Oh! Wilderness, my friend I dream of you— As a mother gazelle teaches its fawn to nibble grass leaves at dawn As a clear stream runs south drenching the feeble land As a man who forgives the crime of a mute with silence And, as a smile that brightens up the face of a child —herein, a meek human heart Dreams of you! Oh! Wilderness— You shall be the rays of hope when I run dry, Oh! Wilderness— You shall be the joy when I wrench my heart out for a cry, Oh! Wilderness— You be the ivy wrath I shall put on when I’m to die! Dear wilderness, Let there be no servitude— Only be there a desire— To conquer the vacancy in the soul— The eternal fear of eternity And, the end of it!
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
amit-pokhrel
Wilderness
Oh! Wilderness! My friend from the futile land I, a devoid soul, of emancipation Of the wilder lands— Where covets and virtues of the past Do not have their say. The morbid authority of present Does not have its reign. And, you from the epitome of pulsating catharsis, Where— The falsifying dreams of redemption Doesn’t bite with it’s jaws And, doesn’t gnaw with it’s claws! I seek you Over and throughout Where dark alleys do not contain Souls weeping it’s heart out Like never-ending rain shower. I seek you A longing for the warmth Where the scorching desert suns Do not burn the nativity down Into human ashes! I seek you Like in a search for the continuum Where meek hearts don’t dare to sedate themselves In the near fear of the dragon inside— Themselves! Oh! Wilderness, my friend I dream of you— As a mother gazelle teaches its fawn to nibble grass leaves at dawn As a clear stream runs south drenching the feeble land As a man who forgives the crime of a mute with silence And, as a smile that brightens up the face of a child —herein, a meek human heart Dreams of you! Oh! Wilderness— You shall be the rays of hope when I run dry, Oh! Wilderness— You shall be the joy when I wrench my heart out for a cry, Oh! Wilderness— You be the ivy wrath I shall put on when I’m to die! Dear wilderness, Let there be no servitude— Only be there a desire— To conquer the vacancy in the soul— The eternal fear of eternity And, the end of it!
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