The rhythmic wordy spells,
Of love,
Of despair,
And witchery of hope,
Forms a poetic affair...

The Strings of rhyme forms,
A rivière,
A song,
Holding up the beads of,
Abstractions that lasts nightlong...

Verses forged into ballads,
Into Haikus,
Into sonnets,
Narratives, quatrains or Imageries,
An ode to hearts covets,

A Universe full of stories,
Of falls,
Of glories,
And stardust of secrets,
Forms a constellation of poetic journeys...

Perplexing speculations on episodes,
Whether big,
Or Small,
Find there way out on folios,
And thus the tales the ink scrawl...

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