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What is dark romanticism, I do not understand it,
Covered under,Only the dark, but beautiful eyes that I can see,Say, who is she?If says she not, answers not,Let me, let me ask her,Who are you,Who are you, my darling,What your entity, what your identity,May I ask you?A portrait of an artistAnd the artist as a young man,No, no, young man not, womanAnd she hearing,Smiling,GoingAnd…
Under the moonlit nights,
Kept you mum and silent,Said you not,Just shrugged you off.I saw you under the wintry chill and mist,Fog and frost,The icicles hanging by,But you standing silent and still.None was thereExcept you and me,Only the stars were twinkling,The moon was shining above.The scene was as suchPicturesque against the landscape gloomyThat I could not resist my temptationFrom…
Villain, you dancing on the stage with a bottle full of cold drink
And they taking it for a bottle of wineAnd taking you to be as their colourful role model,They taking wine to fullBut the role going to them not,You keeping them with you.And as for your role, you will get the Lotus accoladeFor your stupendous performanceBut they will pass their livesAs spoilt boys,Vagabonds and wanderers,Loafers and…
Tusu,
The goddess,A small goddessTo my houseAnd the girls bringing youTo in their armsAnd with the women folkAccompanying them,How much,How much delight,Did I,Did I, goddess,In seeing,Seeing you,Lakshmi,Lakshmi!A small,Small statue,Statue of yoursCame,Came they withSinging,SingingAnd asking,Asking for money!It had been,Had been my good luck,Good luckThat you,You goddess,Came,Came to my homeThat,That evening!The small,Small girlsWith the statue,The statue of yours,Lakshmi,The…
The whole world is a one big family
I do not who you are,But my heart,My heart says it,You are my own,My own,We do not know our connections,But are connected with,Connected with,Related to,Related toIn some way or otherWhich but we know it bot,We know it not,What my connection with you,What my relation with you,But am connected with,Connected with.
Poetry is not poetry today,
Rhymed and unrhymed,The tidbits of talks.