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A nightly muse Of thoughts diffuse A thoughtless mind With thoughts unkind, A rhyme's plea Beckoning to be, A poet's mind Her words unbind, Far un sightly Pained and slightly Chaotic, inter-weaved Labyrinthine and unseamed... Her thoughts' stream, A labored possession Of loved recollections, An urging tempt To write unkempt And sing untamed Before the morrow Bury thy sorrow, In paper clean Ink, ink blots Joining scattered dots Of unleashed thoughts Across paper lays Her scattered brain All efforts vain Seeming to be Before trauma passes Brought back sane Weighing her losses Weighing her gains Poetic muse, that Worded rather well Like some stranger She hath read That signed below Name familiar so It dawned upon This lady, wrong Whenever did she Write that song? Which hers is Now to call 'Tis dawn's dew Awakening a new Knowing of self Last night's fire Burned through those Sheets of tire Sudden smiles befriend An unknowing visage That must be That must be That is me Spoke her mirage... -Aayushi
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Love's Labor
A nightly muse Of thoughts diffuse A thoughtless mind With thoughts unkind, A rhyme's plea Beckoning to be, A poet's mind Her words unbind, Far un sightly Pained and slightly Chaotic, inter-weaved Labyrinthine and unseamed... Her thoughts' stream, A labored possession Of loved recollections, An urging tempt To write unkempt And sing untamed Before the morrow Bury thy sorrow, In paper clean Ink, ink blots Joining scattered dots Of unleashed thoughts Across paper lays Her scattered brain All efforts vain Seeming to be Before trauma passes Brought back sane Weighing her losses Weighing her gains Poetic muse, that Worded rather well Like some stranger She hath read That signed below Name familiar so It dawned upon This lady, wrong Whenever did she Write that song? Which hers is Now to call 'Tis dawn's dew Awakening a new Knowing of self Last night's fire Burned through those Sheets of tire Sudden smiles befriend An unknowing visage That must be That must be That is me Spoke her mirage... -Aayushi
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aayushi-anand
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
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