More than once in awhile,Whensoever thou are at a low ebbAny rain may blemish thy fairy WebRoving thy deaf, blind, dumb soulNone outer get thee out of thy black holeNought out doth worthen anymore More than once in awhile,Whensoever sores moan quietly in thy ribsAny gale may tear thy outworn sailHath long been flapping in… Continue reading More than once
Category: Poetry
#HAIKU
Scentful rose in springSelfish hand picks to revelA sharp prick in red Or Scentful rose in spring Selfish hand picks to revel The fall is in red S.C.P.BIBA
Can they stand tall? (The few)
While our frail sun, for a long time, in hush, has been slipping by, There are those,Holders of sisyphean rock to ink firm LightsTellers of how new dead bodies walk and sightThe alienated masses pose: Can they stand tall? There are those,Doers of Good which the earthy evils curseSmilers at the face of doom to… Continue reading Can they stand tall? (The few)
Hurts
How does it hurt to feel your hurts' hurt hurtHark! The sharp echoes of war's drums alert. How it hurts to taste your heart's disconcertTo listen solemnly to your slow beatsThe crawling, eerie whines - your restive fleets. How it hurts to hear your sigh's discomfortTo detect that imminent wild nighfallFeel vulnerable to your mood's… Continue reading Hurts
#Iceberg
An imbued Box wolfsThe Unfading Past. At times,Shakes the now-to-come. S.C.P.B
Big Bubble
Life is a BIG BUBBLE.For an arrogant beneath the firmamentTo assumably bear, let alone ink.For an arrogant, finite mind to grasp,To enlighten its How? When? and why? Life is a BIG BUBBLE.It holds Man firmly in its breast,Till he mirages his mundane eden; All at once, it gives him a judas kiss.Its dust buries his… Continue reading Big Bubble
#villanelle
The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry.The grey fogs hinder my soft heaven spark.So, I kneel down and pray: "Ô, The Most High!" Lights of my days in a ring of fire cry.The murky scars embrace the fiery dark.The more I grasp sighs, the more my tears dry. Anxiety madly thrives, frowns.… Continue reading #villanelle
Frail eyes stick to downsToo frightened to look up skiesIn a cavern there they hideOn their way no way they eyesAt the end of their tunnel,Amidst darkness of life,Keep digging the dark for lightAn inch left… They give up. S.C.P.BibaAll copyright reserved.
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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