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My will, strong as rock
Endures the test of time
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
undoubtedly

                   rock...

with
        brittle
                    skin.

stoked

         fire...

burning
              from
     within...
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
I'm

Earth...

But wish I was...          
                                 Air...



free...                              
without

                    care...
there's almost always
an ambiguity
between what my words mean
and what my mind intends them to mean.

like, with loving intention, i tell her
i can't praise you enough

she smells a ploy in praise and enough.

she interprets them as
she hasn't done enough to deserve my praise.

then, when i tell her
with age you're maturing in beauty

she takes them to mean
i'm digging at her age
and her beauty is in doubt.

last, but not the least
when i compliment her thus
you've made my life full

she retorts

no more fooling.
You leave me breathless
Miss the familiar aroma
That keeps me conscious
Chances of my survival
Becomes bleak
Without the air of beauty
I embrace life’s exuberance
That keeps me afloat
I have got you
Within my senses
I didn't try to resist
And don’t want to wake up to reality
Want to live this dream
Till eternity
That’s life
Breezing together, let’s fly away
To distant lands
The vast blue awaits us
With freedom
And familiarity of every move
Let’s make this memorable
Forever in each other
You are mine and I am yours
It’s always eternity
Breathless, will never be
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
Bulb
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
ryn
.
\       |       /

\               •think my               /
pen's almost dry•it's get-
ting oh so hard•ideas seem to just
\   fly on by•i'm unable to deal any more   /
cards•bottom of the barrel•i seem to be
scraping•trapped in a long, dark tunnel•
coherence eluding...the words that need
inking•i need a simple little trick...•to
soothe this perpetual itch•need my
/        bulb come on really quick•hope-        \
fully as soon as I flick on
/               the...switch•               \
|   ooooooooooo   |
•••••••••
•••••••••
•••••••••
•••••••••
•••••
ooo
 Jan 2015 Bharti Singh
Tryst
At seven bells came seven knells,
Something was wrong

Seven short blasts and one long,
A mermaid song

Their shrill voices sang, you belong
You belong to the sea

Come swim with us, let us bring
Let us bring you below

At seven bells came seven knells
And the ship was aglow

~

At seven bells came seven hells,
Each worse than the last

Flames spread fast like fear and dread,
At each short blast

Slippery shoes began to slide,
As the deck listed port-side

Lifeboats tumbled over the brink
And were lost into the drink

At seven bells came seven hells
And the ship began to sink

~

At eight bells, the mournful knells
Had ceased to be

The ship was gone beneath the waves,
Taken by the sea

How calm the night, how still the wind,
How silent was the sea

Beneath the waves, a watery grave
And sunken ship debris

At eight bells, the mournful knells,
They tolled for me
Oscillating between
The known and unknown
More unknown we have
Speculations and hypotheses
Trying to make it believable
Greater part of reality
Cloaked in anonymity
Wonder, when truth shall
Reveal it all
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