Rambled words…

A zig zag, 

A cross cross,

Entwined end,

Of a paradoxical begin.

When to stop,

When to start,

A forward loop,

Moving backwards,

Or vice versa

For every drama.

One step closer,

To the edge of insanity,

One level deeper,

To the existence of uncertainty.

No escape from this mundane maze,

Of concotion of elation and pain.

Assessing every cheat code,

For easing the way out from the deadlocks.

It’s a never ending repetition,

Commencement of the same sessions.

Task after tasks,

Where luck can hardly pass.

These are just 

My rambled words,

With no real content,

As there’s a loophole,

In perception of different thoughts.

Where meaning is ineffectual

Yet futile can be so crucial.

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Via daily prompt: loophole

Power of poetry

Poetry,

An art of writing, 

lucid and unique,

Some being expressive,

Some being undefined,

Based on the reader’s state of mind.

Beautiful verse,

With unadorned words,

Like a riddle,

Has different ways to interpret,

Where the words speak for themselves,

Where the words find their relations,

This is the unseen power of a poem.

It dig the meaning so deep,

Can calm down the savage beast.

It adds beauty without any makeup,

From the beginning till the end.

Filled with true emotions and thoughts,

With few words to construct,

Meant to touch  the reader’s heart.

In the sea of rhythm and imagination,

It can instill new set of perceptions.

In the strength of words so pure,

It can unchain the tamed soul.

The resonance of its rhythm,

Becomes the voice of the person,

Who is not allowed to be spoken.

The set of poetic words,

Creating an unknown whirlwind,

Where the time can stand still.

The virtue of poetry,

Is the channel of receptivity,

Is the healing avenue,

One must pass through.

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Via daily prompt: relate

SnippetĀ 

Sometimes,

My writings abridge,

My ink drifts.

Is this due to,

my thoughts interruption,

My collapsed motivation?

Or I just have

Scribblings and snippets,

From spur of my moments.

Some unfinished scripts,

From blurred past and present.

Affix together too often,

Yet fall apart too fast.

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Via daily prompt: snippet