"personages" poems
Recircled czars drenched
In the blood of despotic swayers.
Encircled proteges with the
Aura of treacherous thorns
Keeping vigils in the basilica
Of authority
Year in,
Year out .
Selfsame partners in politics,
Selfsame partners in crimes,
Selfsame partners in progress
Selfsame partners in poor
governance,
Setting subservient subjects
In perilous bays of hopelessness.
Scale of disengagement
Dangling carrots of
Intimidating threats.
Recircled ideas.
Recircled inhuman governance.
Recircled personages.
Recircled wasted years.
Deluge of prognostic plans
Sinking boats of tale.
Decades of experience yielding
Inexperienced tzars.
Torn garb of treachery
Covered up blazers of falsehood.
Stench of stasis enthroned on the
Stool of power, wrenching
corruption from the grip
of guilt.
Populace sitting on sulky
directing the horse of
hardship with the
wailful whips of
perseverance.
Epochal terms of wastages
roll in
and
roll out
like a spiraling
viperine grass
snake
beneath the
hybrids of weeds
on a crest of
spring cress.
Yet, promises promoting
Superannuated gains of
Effortless dividend.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
Sometimes marriage is like a molten sword
in that both personages continue
being slam-hammered by hammering toward
some vague perfection vaguer hopes pursue.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
i move in silence
tip
toe
you can't hear me
tip
toe
i move in silence
a kaleidoscope of faces
unrecognizable
blurs in a humanoid shape
the only difference
between them
is the occasional color change
or hat
i move in silence
voices merge
and become loud
bass-boosted noises
no longer human
but mechanical
i move in silence
each step i take
meticulously placed
like a child
walking on stepping stones
over-exaggerated motions
i move in silence
even my voice is inaudible
the air moves past my vocal chords
but no sound accompanies it
i am reticent
i move in silence
bodies shove me aside
until i eventually reach
a wall
it's at this point
i give up
and collapse upon the marble
tears begin to form
as i feel more discouraged
i battle against them
but
my tears always win
in the end
i sit on the floor
a shell-shocked ball
mute
and alone
you move with music
a melody cascades from you
rivulets of aria
dripping from your shoes
you move with music
you don't recognize the faces either
you move too fast for them
they don't hear your song
and you wouldn't care either way
you move with music
you aren't walking
each footfall is not a promenade
but a dance
no
not a dance
you move like i
but
instead of precise movements
you skip
like a child would
across the playground
you move with music
i could hear your diapason
from the wall
i saw you
differently from the others
an untouchable paragon
i found your eyes
you found mine
i felt my heart stop
for no one had seen me
until you
your music changed
it was no longer a simple chime
but a complex arrangement
but still just as rich and ethereal
you broke from the current
weaving between personages
like it was rehearsed
my eyes were fixated on you
i was curious
and afraid
why were you approaching me?
is it a misunderstanding?
i averted my eyes
i assumed that
i was not your objective
but
indeed
i was
you approached me
and i looked up
facing you
you kneeled
and took my hand
and told me
"Let's go."
i used to move in silence
but now
our combined melody
is a chant
a rallying cry
an anthem
for anyone whose ears
can hear it
i used to move in silence
now all i hear is music
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
O to be prejudice between the visible
and invisible Baha'u'llah.
When moving out of nature becomes moving by the Will.
Therefore, divinity becomes a shuffling of
the attention away from all things, words, senses,
forms, and starts to receive instructions from
the personages that visit me.
She stared at me as if I was the sole
expression of her day,
tossed the blouse covering her beauty.
Her waist was perfect and made
mine perfect while sitting.
She caught sight of Baha'u'llah,
and her spirit dispersed.
Angels of Prophets parted ways,
by means of Names.
He unfolds a general saying
to tell me of His hidden power.
That woman, Rey, of the Force
looks at me with tears in her eyes.
Baha'u'llah always leaves me
to have no sign or description
of the divine.
He came and left, and though seen and felt, left no remaining
evidence
of His
Self.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
there is a place
which operates
under the auspicious
of a literary site
yet I've noticed
that it isn't the case
a lot of other activity
can be found at the place
a particular kind of pastime
seems to engross
the members there
it appears to be similar
to an online dating site
with many personages
getting in on all sorts
of courting
at this point I've had few
chat up lines expressed to me
that could be because
I'm not looking to become
overly matey
one can only surmise
that a few sweet nothings
have been exchanged
along with a kiss and a hug
and possibly a telephone number or two
as with all dating establishments
a Hallmark card
with pink interlocking hearts
would have been sent
the place is a veritable
match maker heaven
for the likes
of Tevin, Kevin and Bevan
it is evident
that some have been
left out of the dating loop
as they've not taken a step
into the coupling coop
a few romances
have taken off in a big way
there could be wedding bells
anytime between September and May
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Time is a waiver ,
But around you one can always depend ,
Each moment is well spent .
---
An assiduous pere ,
In every aspect and every sphere .
Earnestness so strong and clear,infallibly there to lend a ear.
---
Clearly a Innovative , creative and hardworking mate,
with whom one can relax ,
For we always have each other’s backs .
---
Times of hard work and laughter to remember,
filled with sedulous and happy moment's to the brink,
We may truly need a shrink.
If these memories freeze in time,
All the days shall seem sublime.
---
True to your duty
As you say ;
"Always remember
Nothing is impossible"
Saying that makes anyone
Unstoppable .
You weave a magical aura creating a team,
Everything falling in place like a beautiful dream.
---
An Epitome of Love and Affection ,
A mirror image of Perfection.
No ones stopping you now,
The hardwork you do deserves a bow .
---
You are a colleague apart .
So Here's Wishing you with all our heart ;
" We hope all your dreams come true ,
for dependable personages like you , in this world are few " .
---
© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 4:07 AM UTC
Plaintive is the language of emotions.
Sequences of wretched listless feelings come along
The coarse course of love.
Being in love with the idea of loving,
That is truly the silliest disgrace,
As we ridicule our personages
And we hurt our hearts.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC