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Dr PRERNA SINGLA Oct 2015
"Worst form of ******* is entrapment within self"

© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015**.
Dr PRERNA SINGLA Oct 2015
How shalt I express
The love of the burning candle
That burneth in the fire of adulations
As the hours pass by
My quiet eyes follow yours
As if they understand everything thou convey
As the hours pass by
My skin feels thy delicate gestures
As if the boredom caught upon the wings of fairytale
As the hours pass by
My heart hath the safe secure feelings
As if I can sleep on thy shoulders f'r ever
As the hours pass by
My mind observes thy being
As if thy being is a completeness of mine
And as such the candle burns
Day and night in thoughts of you
I burn in silent adulations
Adoring the quiet romance
Of thy silent eyes.
             © Dr. Prerna Singla,15 Apr. 2015
Dr PRERNA SINGLA Sep 2015
Mine love, mine lord!
Liberate me from the shackles of myself
Like the free wind let me dwell
Like the fragrance let me flow
******* the nectar of every flower
Soaking the warmth of every ray
Let me be nature, let nature be me
Intertwin'd delicacy
O solitude! mine cater-cousin thou be
Unravelling the secrets of beauty
I see with thy eyes
With thou I make love
On the ice capp'd peaks
In the depth of the seas
Floating in the blue lagoons
Walking on the starry skies
Let me be divine, let divine be me
Intertwin'd delicacy!

Copyright Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015.
Dr PRERNA SINGLA Sep 2015
Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man
Peter his name and his wifey Rosanne
I wonder those days how love survived?
His dram brick house & a few chinks in a can.

A day of labour with skin burnt to tan
Reality surfac'd when struggles of life began
No longer the lovely skin, time couldst not be bribed?
Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man.

Cheap food, handmade robe, nay meiny to fan
No ego, nay jealousy, working together in the plan
No paint'd faces 'r artifice and yet their love thrived?
Love - a soulful existence today cozen'd and lied.
No riches nay leisure but an amicable life-span
Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man.

© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 26 JULY, 2015
The English Rondeau in its classical 16th-century 15-line form with a rentrement (aabba–aabR–aabbaR)

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