Towards the Yule t'is chilled saison
All but bears wrath and outrage and more;
Then when the grey wolves hath recounted
Drink of the leaves their thrilled cold-beer
And stride within the flame's tavern
Then makyth my heart their festive cheer
Shooing the ghosts of yester-year.

But they shan't go, for they die no more;
Their loveliness is here writ' still,
But they'll set forth and slay me well.
And aye, Thou who hast set me ill;
And flicker away 'till Thou cometh again.
'Till thou at last be with me no more;
Thy dew is cold and full of gold;
But Thou cannot catch mine and Thine,
Thou hate me in both gold and ink;
Thou left me in a tale half-told.

And being bent and wrinkled, in unform
Thou asked me to find bitter earth
And lay to death behind the hearth
Whilst Thou drink and cheer merrily
With Thy earthly comrades by me;
With Margot and Frances by thy arms;
Thou hid me by their frontal charms!

And to Thee oh, my Onesome Lord;
Ye old Sovereign, ye old dis-deign;
Thou hath pinned me down into pain;
And made all that trifle in vain;
What mockery doth Thou want me see;
That hath liar night and brutal skies.

In such exquisite loneliness
Thou had me dream beneath the sun;
Feeling an unsure leisure
A feeling t'at was not sober
A feeling far behind the truth
A feeling donned by such false wit.
A feeling dried by tempests' air;
A feeling that put me at stake.
Ah, and Thou allowed me to suffer;
Whilst I prayed so that Thou couldst hear.

And the conscience that came with me?
Thou flayed it by the dairy's barns;
Like a small meaningless croquette;
Like a corpse swelling by deceit.
Thou hath donned a cold, wrong spirit;
To whom I ran and not hesitated,
Then turned in disgust in my sight,
Leaving me broke to grow bold again.

Ask Thee what ghosts I dreamt upon?
The ghosts of my own lips and feet,
The dead ghosts loved by everyone,
That makyth the cut stars reek with fear,
And themselves smell of agony,
And slay the memories that I cheered,
(Such as a hope of my fashion),
Making my heart trembling with fear.

Where are the joys my heart hath won?
And the lips I was pressed upon,
All souls are filled, loathsome, and gone,
And the handsome glance that once shone;
Aye! Where are the cheeks so feat and clear;
That bade my heart his valour don?
Who knows what is inside my fear;
Who knows whose was that paragon.

Night: ask me not what I have done
Nor what Thou hath that can cheer me,
I am in love with myself alone,
With the ******* and kind in me.

I
am sinking

and there's ****** on the street
no coppers on the beat
they're raiding a cannabis farm
which was out of harms way
somewhere in
Wiltshire
or
Shropshire
but
plenty of cops there.

What am I doing here?
treading on land mines?
reading the life lines ?
I
know there were better times
but do not know when.

Behind the lace curtain firewall
and the hand crafted doily
she spoils me.
I like it.

A day with my brother and sister
A day with my brother and sister on a new year Eve  was awesome,
It just made my day blossom,
I felt that it was just colossal,
I gained all the smiles that for a span I had forgotten,
Not as bad as eating an egg which was rotten ,
I felt I was down the streets and lanes with them in Boston ,
Took a hault at the hotel named Dawson,
A smooth flow of water just followed my day from the faucet,
Though those fun breaks we took from sweet music playing from the cassette,
I wove those smiles by taking a needle and a croquette,
It was through a straight single need tube and my sister claimed that as clarinet,
And my brother like a disciple recited it all the way like a parrot and I thought I should beat him with a carrot,
With them I travelled almost all around and that too in a chariot ,
The time flew and the day passed as fast as dancing with them in tunes of ballet ,
They made it special to set of for 2018 ,
The year for progress like every year I shall be hoping ,
Giving my siblings morals of their life as the world is just a bit ahead but still is watching,
The joys of gift I will be gifting
Rushing down the time I shall be spending just for bit of this bliss,
And not make make my brain a ram, hardware or software disk,
And waiting for taking those  chances of those risks and ******,
Also travelling on those bricks,
Blood will flow through my throat as I sip,
But no one knows when the life shall rip,
Or blow you off like beep ,
Turn your happiness into a deep sleep,
And for now I shall reap,
With my siblings blessings and  needs,
Leaving. Behind the world that wants me to creep ,
But for now I ain't alone to be a burden or heap
             Vishvi Aurora

A day with my brother and sister
A day with my brother and sister on a new year Eve  was awesome,
It just made my day blossom,
I felt that it was just colossal,
I gained all the smiles that for a span I had forgotten,
Not as bad as eating an egg which was rotten ,
I felt I was down the streets and lanes with them in Boston ,
Took a hault at the hotel named Dawson,
A smooth flow of water just followed my day from the faucet,
Though those fun breaks we took from sweet music playing from the cassette,
I wove those smiles by taking a needle and a croquette,
It was through a straight single need tube and my sister claimed that as clarinet,
And my brother like a disciple recited it all the way like a parrot and I thought I should beat him with a carrot,
With them I travelled almost all around and that too in a chariot ,
The time flew and the day passed as fast as dancing with them in tunes of ballet ,
They made it special to set of for 2018 ,
The year for progress like every year I shall be hoping ,
Giving my siblings morals of their life as the world is just a bit ahead but still is watching,
The joys of gift I will be gifting
Rushing down the time I shall be spending just for bit of this bliss,
And not make make my brain a ram, hardware or software disk,
And waiting for taking those  chances of those risks and ******,
Also travelling on those bricks,
Blood will flow through my throat as I sip,
But no one knows when the life shall rip,
Or blow you off like beep ,
Turn your happiness into a deep sleep,
And for now I shall reap,
With my siblings blessings and  needs,
Leaving. Behind the world that wants me to creep ,
But for now I ain't alone to be a burden or heap
             Vishvi Aurora