How Far?
The world that gives us paroxysm, how eventful will this race be and how long shall we go to make our marks count. Indecision shadows mental astuteness while verisimilitude renders an impeded subjection that keeps haunting while we press for its aggrandizement. A world that horribly bargains the rightful entitlements due. Primarily, we become culprits of skeptism but subsequently sail through with persistent approach. The sharp curves, the darkened grounds, anatomic hindrances and the anonymous detractors who scrutinize our intents and pushes us to yearn for more. Even though, prosperity isn't achieved easily, pragmatic issues should still be the only focus of time. To the pessimists, success shall always be their weakness.
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Miles Away
Miles away, when I begin to think of the unanswerable,
I see sparkles emitting,
I envision immense treasures at the end of the tunnel.Miles away, even adages whisper incessantly that 'the grass is always greener at the end of the fence'.
What lies behind this mystery?
Days after days, years after years and miles over miles.
Hoping the toil becomes replenished while the anonymous remains daring ever. Miles away, when entitlements woefully shiver in the palms and egos go high, dreams will always be dreams.Miles which are longer-stretched as in breadth. I relish to see the dusk in the dawn and the sunset in sunrise.Even though some treasures are in farther reaches. Mileages can't wither our aspirations. Never! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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How I Wish
How I wish that all things could happen in the spec of time.
How I wish the days were ever bright and so daring as the birth of a new baby.
How I'd have loved to see the preveding breeze blow through this storm.
How brilliant and astonishing it would be.
I perceive administering all my approach on enviable marbles.
How I wish there was a subtitute for suffering and even to speak of death.
How I wish every opportunity chanced upon could be fairly utilized.
How I wish the stars were to spark up the greatness in man.
How I wish there was nothing to call the end.
How I wish birds could sing as they perch and lions could speak as they roar.
If only what I wish was to be the wish you wished to wish, all wishes would have been our own wishes.
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Order Of Reincarnation
What would have happened if He never appeared? What were the expectant Jewish fraternity due to whisper to defend their image? Solemnly as the snail craws did He disappeared from His tomb and no clue evoked. From the mid of Jerusalem amid the indecision of the Roman soldiers. He showed up in a three-day time to some selected few. Disciples they were, taken aback and half-way through they saw a reflection in parables said years long. Reincarnation into Himself one more time ensured a commitment that He's forever re-assuring. He dined with His companions as the last. Disciples they were, who saw forth the ascension and later voiced out the narrations to the masses. Reincarnation it was but His name proudly remains unaltered. The order of reincarnation..
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Umbilical
Chiming bells, uproaring thunder-like voices, merry making, upon the promulgation of a child
Cries emanates, just as the umbilical cord becomes set for cut
The daunts & wearies of the child opens in sheer despairity
Seeming 'a punishment' at birth
Oops! Just flustery scenes advertently nothing can be done
An anti-thesis like an armoury clad then render at the time due making the sky deeply frightened but yet not taken aback
An enticement, never can it be ignored, not even on the 'kerstmis' in a year of plenty
Umbilical cord it hovers, armistic it acts as the child gasp for breath
A separation & passage which broils unto humanity, the adventures ahead and the apportioned destinies.
But knowingly, even after the darkest of unending nights, lies a certainty of a brighter sky amid unwavering faith & unabated hopes tomorrow
#Certainly umbilical
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The Possibility In Impossibility
Laughter is what comes to mind whenever I think of peoples' fear of impossibility. In life instances, there can always be delays, failed attempts not impossibility. It's only from a continuous approach do we get closer to perfection or perhaps excellence. Even the good-old city of Rome wasn't built in a day so as Noah's arch. Even in impossibility there's a possibility which further explains that anything is achievable or in other words attainable. A good believer should always equate impossibility to Cos 90. The word impossibility has to be cancelled from our dictionaries and deleted from our encyclopaedia softwares because it's a wrong theory conjured by 'evil philosophers'. Will we stand there and just watch an ' im ' inflection to prevent us from our possibility? ? Never! ~> Always remember that even in impossibility there's a possibility.
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Snow White
Neither without frumiousity nor severity had the beaming sun's rays' radiation glinted on the glittery marbles insignias on its epaulettes
Just as the spew of the dreamlands yesternight had reminded to rescind the thoughts of a mumbling that the days were to become nights, faster than sang but intense than sought
Upon these days did I pause to sigh a breath, scrutinizing how it happens and what makes the down-town steeper than the officialdom if permitted
Momentarily, a burt not an urn made its way to splash and split my shoulders as I stood oblivious
Comtemplating, with what fist it had, but ironically a meriness-laughter did I have to come to terms with that, it was a snow fall
With dribs and drabs had the falling snow colded the apex of my fingers with a debacle of shrill
Just a snow fall, nothing more, nothing less.
A snow fall had I witnessed somewhere
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Seen From Afar
From the cock crows until the chickens go to roost, my heart will forever speak your name & whisper within myself our fairytales. As I lay in the couch, to dream our dreams, I envision your presence and look forward to right all the wrongs in life. Whenever the moon shines, the cripple becomes hungry for a walk, so does my spirit yearns for you. Again & again, our match is made in heaven and no flea of sin can dare to intrude. A clear spectacle to behold and in no rush will I let it pass me by. Singing hymms as the nightfalls, hoping to hear a chorus response from your enviable lips. To be taken aback was the prior effect which melted my ego even before we became one. As the bird wrestles with the hussle and bussle of the day, the nests are fairly conjured as refuge by the night. From the cow booes until the calves go to rest, my intincts will forever linger for your call one more time. Never will I let you go.
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A Call For Crucifixion
Interesting remarks came in rumpantly as it could. A particular remark proved indelible in all results collated. Seeing forth the one with the extra flair. Holding onto that single hope of reaching the prudent. As I swam in the pool of remarks, I dived to save an incessant unsual call and with an extension of my right hand. Glee became our comfort. From all cylinders, numerous remarks came firing-in. Neither was it hectic nor easy to separate the unique from the lot. 'Save Him, Save Him' was the modest remark made by the masses @ Mt. Calvary. Anxiously did they wait to see a phenomenom. Praying persistently as never before. Wishing their prospects could materialise in the nick of time. None of it did they live to see. Time went by even with the blink of the eye and sooner than expected, the unexpected happened. To many a people, It became a bleak news & sorrowful so to speak. Crucifixion! Crucifixion! ! Crucifixion! ! !
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The Midnight Rains
The minute drops of the rains came chanting on our heels when our hearts banged and in rapidity panted for breath, we noticed a beckoning arrival. An arrival of a mystery. A two and a half hour of non-stop rains, rains without halting intents. The verve with which we first acclaimed as a hallmark started fading. The arena for reading insights was almost deserted. The numbers were just some margins after the tenth roman numeral. The rains once again never adhered to our claim. More forcefully, it sprinkled out with defining accuracies. The rains were as pure as the dew and in-depthed with admonitions. The night was ever daring, spectacular and to whisper the least, just befitting. Thunderstorms and lightinings were proudly noticeable but their mission was never violent. The rains finally showed brilliant signs of vanishing. It halted, our plea was heard and our prospects once again came to the lime-light like never before.
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