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 Oct 2016 Poetic Eagle
ryn
Blanket
 Oct 2016 Poetic Eagle
ryn
Images extracted from
the tapestry of my dreams.
Sewn intricate...
Into a patchwork.

A quilt,
embroidered with lavish sequins and ornate beads.
Bringing forth fantastical motifs...
A dazzling display
upon the backdrop of my dreamscape.

Yet...
This mosaic of dreams
does not warm me so.
It never lasts.

They fall away like autumn leaves
come the dawning sun.
They get washed out and pulled into the tide,
as the waves beat upon the shore of wakefulness.
They fade into fragmented memories
that make no sense...
Incoherent and disjointed.

Eventually, they disappear...
For they do not belong
in a world of worldly things
and ticking clocks.
Their intangible and mismatched nature
render them inconsequential...
Naturally...
They get misplaced.

But I am stubborn.

I will fashion such a blanket.
One that skirts the boundary
of this realm and the other.

I will tailor it so...

So that...
I will sleep tonight,
swaddled tight and cocooned within its
glorious seams.
Tucked within the safety and warmth of
this blanket...
Woven immaculate...
Out of
worldly things and breathtaking dreams.
Baby hold on , please don't let go.  
I'll kiss the spots you don't show.
The ones you took so long to show me.
 Sep 2016 Poetic Eagle
GaryFairy
underneath the rain and thunder
covered by a muck that cumbers
colors never come out from under
smothered by the other hungers
I wrote this some time back, but I decided to repost it to remind myself why I am quitting drinking.
To live is the rarest thing in the world,
Most people just exist.

Inspired by: Oscar Wilde.
Quoted from Oscar Wilde
With your satiny hairs,
You amble without a normal foot.
But with a pristine look,
Your big eyes shines luminously.
Dear, Maybe people call you a handicap,
I call those bullocks a madcap.
Interestingly, what, I am a handicap mentally, here I reveal.
Everyday I fight inside the close door when night falls.
A few days ago your eyes have cried a lot,
Let me clear here, you are a daring person.
It gives me a reason to fight with his servants openly.
You are a bizarre, I don't know you Monica Sharma.
Though we did not shook our hands at all,
But whenever these eyes squints you,
A new story creates a History...
Its very weird we do not know each other but still can relate my past with you and your name itself was a blow to me. This write is not for sympathy but my respect towards you of what you are. Though you are not different but extraordinarily different in your swag.
Kisi apne ki yaad dilati hain aap..
When I lay my head down

on your chest, I can feel

the comets shooting through

your veins. Stardust dances

across your skin and I swear,

the freckles on your back

mark out the most captivating
constellation that I have ever seen.

It didn’t make sense to me

how I could sit under

the vast night sky and feel like

it was suffocating me

because it just wasn’t enough

anymore, after I had your arms

wrapped around me.

I guess the universe was trying

to send me a message:

you are one of hers.
stormy waves pound shores
rocky beaches lay barren
hermit ***** scurry
The art of haiku is to use the prism of detail to magnify and vice versa - without too much explaining. I hope I've done better on this one.
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