Agony of a lost friend.

The losses tug at my heart,

With a force never congruent with materialistic entities.

Even as two replaced two,

Comparison vestigial and always untrue.

The crease created below the essence of survival,

And his continued sustenance of effort to that maintenance,

Never can be begot by penance.

Inducing such short-lived moments, since only possible by also-rans,

Resolute persistence rendered him unmatched yet tainted glory,

In my world-windows.

Was he adept at calm and storm and blunders galore!

Alas! Revisits remain mired in lore.

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Memories

Fickle is the judgement W hen I talk of a person. Heckle I do, T o accede her association. In a trickle flows her flood Of vacillations that are venomous O'er the past that never peter A nd the present that power passions. Aided by a lovely freckle Sweetened by the gentle treacle , Pacted they a possible future O f kids, Kleenex and Crocin. Then, t o take apart her soul And lay bare her vulnerabilities Had he any right or reason? To heal her heart A nd dull the pain Does she hit out or hurt in? Nights pass the day A waiting in silence to torment her thoughts. Days pass the night To whisk her away from reliving events past. This raging memory ' slaught ...

Fear

Eternally do we cower behind reasons, 'Spite possessing the perfect machine to dazzle the self. When the brightest minds looked for mechanical solutions, Someone flew ahead and used chemicals. With only them in clutch, he created the 'Mind' that which could travel anywhere within a blink. Endowed with this and much more, We shiver and shudder within ourselves!

Word and Action

An intention to do good, be good and say good. Lay in all, lest their growth endured tumult. Her words sang a mellow tune to melt the heart While inconsistencies in action sang another. As the ear sought to resolve this tussle the mind fashioned another puzzle. Of lies, lasses and love Or a dual-blend of the above.

Verses from a recess.

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