Pigeonhole

My sun in amnesia
since you smiled
Moon desperate
to lit the night sky
A clash between
the darkness and
light,an unpredictable
survival in a frenzy
bargain of cataclysms.
Fickle mind swaying
endlessly in a pigeonhole.
Fenced amidst the
orgasmic dancers,
belted to seduce
till graves,tossed
between ecstasy
and torment,stayed
awake gazing your
prismatic eyes .
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Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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3 Responses to Pigeonhole

  1. Great write dear Poetess Piusha,

    ” A clash between
    the darkness and
    light,an unpredictable
    survival in a frenzy
    bargain of cataclysms.”

    Many thanks for sharing your wonderful verse as above,
    Regards
    WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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  2. PIUSHA DARA * : a flow of nectar in poetry
    ______________________________
    She was a spirit of cheerfulness,

    A flow of nectar in poetry, Piushadara*

    When first she entered in this site;

    A gorgeous vision, insight came to mind

    To be a moment's enrichment; enhancement

    Her eyes as twinkling of twilight's;

    Like late nights, too, her hazy hair;

    But for all things else like a dawn,

    From this September cloud, a cheerful calm;

    A dancing figure and reflection love,

    To haunt, to enclose, and way-lay.

    I saw her upon nearer view,

    A Spirit, yet a great Poetess too!

    Her domestic motions light and free,

    And steps of liberty; love and romance

    A tolerate in which did get together

    Adorable minutes, promises as cute;

    A soul too bright, good and loveable

    A Being inhalation thoughtful breath,

    A lonely traveler between life and death;

    The motive firm, the pleasant will,

    Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;

    A perfect Poetess, graciously intended,

    To caution, to console, and grasp;

    And yet a courage still, and bright

    Carried by the dust of angelic delight.

    She was a spirit of cheerfulness,

    A flow of nectar in poetry, Piusha dara*
    __________________________________________
    BY
    WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
    ______________________________________
    NOTE:
    1. This is a Tribute poem, dedicated to Poetess Piusha Singh
    2. * PIUSHA DARA means, a flow of poetry in Malayalam Language .- WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
    ______________________________________

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