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)
Tag: #life
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.
Unspoken
A storm sans rainTidal waves of voidPerpetuate my painYears chained sans voiceLost beyond the greyThe heavy clouds in aweAnd the fury in the rawTickle by the silenceMe frown in shynessSighs of tears underway S.C.P.B
#poem, #poetry, #iamwriting, #Ode, #immortality
Ode to immortality So vulnerable to decline,Made of clay- ManWalks life as a passerbyTil Time clears his footprints-And Dust wears his dust out. Worm food's underground;Yet, his deeds remain crownWith subtility will carve in stoneTill their echoes in history echoesUp to curse or to praise. S.C.P.Biba
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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