The Incombustible
My feelings are there
But the lava is still pantomime
There is no rush or hastiness
calm and cool where the wind takes it by
Cynosure to take heaven in hands
The man who has lost its cliche
The warmth and incombustible roar of gallantry
The anthropomorphic agony of desire
Has wretched man from the balm of life
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Enigma
The world is enough to read
A hyperbolic sense of creed
Te path is cocksure and neat
There is no mercy nor do any plead
Hath divine power come to thee?
An idiosyncratic sense of gelid
How to vouchsafe this flibbertigibbet
It is wine upon world is sullied
A miniature of towering high bid
What for the womb? What lull deed?
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Disambiguation
Certainly it is veracity, not prevarication
In this life there is much pace but less variation
For Hamlet 'To be or not to be' is a question
For Time there is no cessation
Well in people's lineaments there is no sensation
For you it can be ne-plus-ultra
For me it is verbal detoxication
In this awfully shaky world
Who has gotten a heartfelt adoration
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Beauty
Let me ask what is beauty?
Is it eternal rhyme of enfolded charm
Is it 'imaginatio' for the woebegone
What is it all about after all?
Is it a scent of maiden's bliss
Scruplous food of bashful lessie
Is it a climax to reach a pitch of glory
Is it a chill in ice-capped mountains
Is it a mean to achive something high
Or a patchwork of exorbitant smile
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Quizzicalness
Should i shut my eyes
like others have shut
Should i work like those
like others have worked
Should i durst not courage
Like others did not
Should i mock that mob
Like others have mocked
Should i fight my wars
Like others have fought
Should i seek my goals
Like others have sought
Should i fog in the mirror
Like others have fogged
Should i burst into tears
Like others have sobbed
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Becoming Truant
To be a truant is of great account
Where history is made and future is served
Having nicety and familiarization with purpose
To vouchsafe the future of woebegone
And to give the message let the bygone be bygone
Those who did not hid them-self into veil of lie
Are the most supernal-one of far and wide
Without using Machiavellian wherewithal
Solidify their 'motto' with matchless warmth
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Man
What a finest piece of art is man
Anabolic in strength practicable in wisdom
From the time immemorial the birth of Adam
Creation of everything till Mohammad(SAW) the totem of wisdom
Being vicegerant on earth and shepherd afterward
To correct the fallacy with miraculous speech of wisdom
All art and craft are superficial or none-the-less comparable
Unto the height of his majestic conundrum
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Barricading Terrorism
Barricading Terrorism
Lots of doing on neologism, theism and animism
Everyone has built a thanatotherapy of terrorism
Why they lost communal way of consensus
To forgive divine, to err is humanism
Why this vitality changed into witticism
No man in earth is cherub-like phenomena
But there cede this war-mongering adventurism
The hoity-toity belief of selfism ought not to prevail
No more epitome of unconditional hooliganism
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Art of Minimalism
The more you grow the less you throw
No matter how deep you wanna go
learning the art as miserly an impecunious genius
Slowly and steadily win the race instead of fast and furious
By and by things will cross you in the sideways
You have to treat things in an ordinary ways
No duping yourself into pitiable pitch of haughtiness
Treating the things as it envisage but at heart emptiness
This all or none law may make you hue and cry
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Escape
What you cannot escape is
the sheer handwork
what you cannot escape is
the momentum to keep your
dignity instead of denigration
So you are not dead or unassailable
The one mist or fog
which no one partake
The embellishment of
dreadful that haunts man in
In his, his or her
Just to elucidate as
a parlance of hope
when there is
no hope at all
All went well by the rhythm
of home-side chimneys
Where my Mom
was making bread
just the love which lures
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