A Subtle Verse

I was groping a wonder thought:
unique, kind, meek and cute.
A name unknown, beauty rehearses,
while embers of twilight find no curse.
Earth, yes I see in bubble's of sort
missing high above its lightened view:
A horizon beyond every imagination,
a subtle being whose life carouse
in every creation, where imagination
spell realities to tag its different world.
Poetry, yes, I believe a subtlety of mind,
as visions or images inscribed in words;
it spills a heart out in gentle water's array,
even anchor hangs in sky clouds swiftly,
t'is little ash grounds of solitary course!
Imagination enthralls a pupil's symphony
with an eye single to a glorified sympathy;
no haste nor hazing laid a wanton way
only a subtle mind can take a long journey.
Oh, light can shave an ambient oracle
of kings and princess dance in ridicule;
soft tyrants, yes, they owe it to their own will,
only a pen can make imagination a drop of well.

A Broken Light Spin

O man’s tempest hand draw its brutal anger
On the face of a thinner squall, yet a gentle fair,
Up above the sky you’d see a revolting air;
it brought down wrath of nature, no solitary care,
it sprawls that frenzied trees down shore.

A cumber sludge hit that plain spindled ray,
while a melody heated, a whistle of air strife;
While jack swing’s a lullaby, birds sung a cry!
Woe smells in drop of rain, flood the streets alike;
if one wishes, they would fare a loathsome hike.

Oh how tremulous lightning to draw a view,
It spins in heaven, while land survived a straw;
You see cracks of slit where earthworms swell,
Left it all abound scrolling by its mouth’s bell,
Yet, it sparsely mean a life’s eventide spell.

Now their lofty swing hit a flinching loop,
Ignorance is a tool and a pen is abhorred;
yet supplication was their hand’s only hope,
Neither bears a string nor attains a stronghold,
To them bad is good, and good is a malediction.

Slit of Light

Beyond every canopy of darkness
At every pace of insurmountable pain;
Dodging at even culpable twiddle
Towards a sunlit beam at a window:
A sparkle is worth a hope, a blinker muse.

As you train your mind, skin feel its blush
Lifting every inch of strength, walk a past
Hold on every myrtle, flouncing a winged lust
Oozing a reddened water from off the flesh,
Pain was just a touch of rain in the face.

Walk that little light you see in between
Be brave and temperate, patient and meek
As others lost their own twinkle of light
Just walk on in faith, run when you may
But measure your retained emblem of energy.

Insist when required, say it in simple terms
Smile as you talk, keep your heart in love,
For the world in trouble is full of iniquities
Climb every mountain of despair, rest a pint
Hope the spent endow, a life is a bounty of renew.

This slit of light passing through a small window
Is much greater in value than the darkness’ bow!