In a world which is
Topsy-turvy round
I'd see You with
Feelings profound.

On a day when all
The world turns vile
I'd seek solace in
Your genial smile.

In springtime when
The flowers bloom
I'd dance with you in
A shimmering ballroom.

Come ride with me
On a merry-go-round
And fetch our share
Of joys abound.

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The waves whispered into my ears

Lyrical notes of songs unknown

Which mingled with the whisky fumes

To feed my senses on those tunes.



When the seaside lass held my gaze

The waves whispered into my ears

'Bout how the breeze played with her hair
And how the moon couldn't help but stare.



While whisky saved its magic spell

For stories, only time would tell

The waves whispered into my ears

To warn me that love could bring tears.



The playful breeze still brought her scent
Albeit the sun shower made her dance
Enchanted by my April muse

The waves whispered into my ears.



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Her voice is music for my soul
And She's my April muse
They way she came into my life
Is a tale too abstruse.

She took my heart in gentle strokes
In a manner unheard, unseen
I thought we'd write a story too
About a monarch and his queen.

The mighty Craftsman up above
But took me by surprise; for
Everything I wished to write
Got vanished in disguise.

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My nights seem vexatious

For the pen's now been cursed

The waves don't allure me

I beg from door to door. 



The Ink has frozen long ago

Heart beats bear no trace

Somewhere in the wilderness

Muses have found a place.



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Initiation

Mighty waves traverse across
The realm of time and space
They Leave behind some faint imprints
While horizon slowly shrinks.

   2. Observance

The boatman gives a vicious call
And the nets are put in place
If tides take a winsome turn
He would fill up his plates.

    3. Discovery

The sunset lass builds sand castles
While sea breeze soothes her tender skin
Enchanted by her gentle smile
I write about my April muse.

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The li'll goat galloped

While twilight kissed

Contours of night.



She walked away

While the moon

Guided her Home.



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When we hold on to a pious thought
And pray from dusk to dawn
Would longing stand the test of time
When we pursue the unknown.

When reverence leads to yearning for
A glimpse of the Mighty Queen
Would She shin down from heaven to earth
To show us the Unseen.

There comes a time which seldom comes
In a pilgrim's ordained path
When at doorstep of the Goddess
He finds not love, but wrath.

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