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  Apr 2020 Archana Biswal
Nylee
It is magical
when the nature creates the world
So perfectly imperfect
That I, a misfit, can fit right in
Archana Biswal Apr 2020
Are we trapped in a vicious circle?
Are we getting drenched in the gloomy abyss?
Are we really drifting away from the paradigm?
Is Nature giving us the last warning shot?

               Let time decide the fate!!
There is an urgency of humanity towards nature. Protection of numerous voiceless species should be our prime importance else time will show us its wrath.
Archana Biswal Feb 2020
"The ineluctable approach of time has ensnared me into it's captivity."
Only if the Calendar shows the consequences instead of numbers,
Only if the actions of futurity are unconnected with the present,
Only if I could hold time,
I would have captured exquisite moments into my soul.
But raising above this dream, there is a ground reality.
The stale leaves, the eroded river bed & the wrinkles on the face aptly depicts the wrath of time which spares nothing.
So the best possible state is to flow with the time & Let's get submerged into it's essence.
Time is ruthless and at the same time an important assent in humankind.
Archana Biswal Feb 2020
"Blue is an everlasting source of inclination."
It beautifully depicts:
the limitless sky,
the unexplored infinite ocean,
the luscious berries,
the breathtaking hydrangea,
the walloping whale,
But;
My heart got soaked with emotions when I couldn't answer to the question queried by a blind:
What is blue colour?
                                    
  -Archana
Archana Biswal Feb 2020
Silence hit me hard;
When I wasn't able to hear the melody of the waves near the seacoast;
When I wasn't able to find souls & species in the most chaotic street of the Metropolis;
When the cold breeze seized to blow;
When the rain drops didn't collide;
When life met death;
But above all ;
When my profound thoughts stopped yielding noise in my head, Silence completely took me into it's realm.
This poetry of mine clearly depicts the irony of the thing that Silence is making robust noise in my head and I'm completely under it's influence.

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