A tiny flame, there Among amorphous shadow-phantoms A dangling drop of love just and alone- Floating over a dark distance. Solitude, there longing I see her feverish love Fluttering in gentle breeze. My pain, just flown out And has joined her in that pale air. In their sweet enchanting dreamy revel My soul embraces soft trembling warmth Lamp flickers; dies in thrill Into the latent fancy- Of two molten soul.
A peak moment, I want Those trees and leafy twigs poke inside As this light, which, now- Corrodes me slowly. My magic men on mossy wall Still play their transmigration But I’m bored! A peak moment, I unheard- A ‘Sylvia’ and her ‘Electra-oven’. I tried, to overcome- The simplest ‘KCN goldsmiths’ Parallel lines drawn on chirking bed, A taut rope among leafy whispers- ‘Maniacs or phobiacs?’- Question- But I’m getting- A peak moment, head- Nodding as an idiot-I felt absurd! Placed it on my front legs Like a cat, just to sleep- While thinking a mischief to commit. There are holes, always on sides Through one I thought a dog- Outside, wearing only freedom! This peak moment, I wish All outside collapse in a wild crash A devilish excitement, But, that too won’t work! I know, there’s a side opened-ever, An escape from cubes The seventh side Still unseen!
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