No poetry for the wicked
The mind needs to rest.
Thoughts buzzing on the double
Create a vacuum in my soul.
Magdeburg brain
Leave my heart alone
To feel my feelings
And craft my life
Out of the words
I come alive
Render my dreams real
Tender my apologies
And reapply
For
Another secret rendezvous
Grappling with the wonder
And the mystique
Of the eternal question
Why?
I will I will
My atoms and molecules thrill
With the dare of the unknown
Crown our weary bones.
Star dwellers
We wordsmiths are
Leaving in Lands afar
On borrowed future Time
That curves a smile
Upon a rhyme
Till past meets present
In longing's kiss
And the sum total is this,
A dream
Of Future's
Joyful Bliss...
I meet my arrows
Verses fitted upon
My span, my allotted arch of time
A long bow so supine
It's
Stretchy and sublime.
I will bow to none
But all alone
The one
Who guides my hands
Thank you
For this release
Into eternal
Wonderlands.
(c) Amrita Valan 2017

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