The Constant Battle

Always a brimming beaker,
Indeed, a conspicuous error
Oblivious to the plethora of ubiquity,
Excoriates the perennial purity


Priceless as it was,
Although not for every Tom Dick and Harry
It stood majestically,
Crafted of crystal lucidity


Maybe it deserved a crack or two,
Coz of the naïve quality
Envisaging no mends,
The brimming beaker rose with bends


Probably it should seal its lip,
For there was no right fit
The mind battles, but the heart whispers…
Try a lil harder, it sniggers…












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A Tale to Tell..

It all began with an innocent game

Little did I know the thoughts would trail

A grin slips by my mind

When memories rumbled through

Here I am now, clueless and mushy

Dazed to my wits end.

The bygone and the present smirked at me

Like it was all meant to be.

It was funny though

The erroneous dots I thought to be so

The aura will always remain a mystery

‘Coz what we share is beyond than just …

Okay I don’t want to be cheesy 😊

Oblivious to what’s next...

Like a kite sailing through the sky

Now I know this is how it should feel…

Buoyant and zestful

'Coz camouflaging into none

And mirroring your veracity

Is… something to hold onto 😊