Dwitun Basumatary

Dripping with elegance of winter snow
In her disarranged mane in april cold
a lass hopped in last in a downhill cab
A promise of chornicle has been made.
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Life ceases where positive fists dwell.
A jade piece can't stay calm in a she
but rush to where fire and wood meet,
as without surnames the courtiers of sky;
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The smiles which we carried for many moons
The icecold flames which burnt only the breaths
Golden breaths which embraced our own minds
to voyage up the rough yonder hillocks
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Gazing the rain long one day
The rain gazed back at me.
And the droplets along the eaves
Winked me as they dripped.
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Dearly beloved's I, wanna be
a part of your homecomming.
For love that exists only in dreams
don't wake 'em up moms;
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The breeze and heat is gone
Rushing clouds and furious air
Occupies the chamber of retiring sun.
Treetops hustle about windows rattle
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In the crimson dusk of april's sunfall
With venus flowing still at nightfall east;
As owls shrug awake from their daylong drowse
Airy dreams that flew since the stars began.
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Came I to this world to see the sun-
Somewhere on the formidable cliffs
So long way down. Here high up the ground
seems nearer the home of Angels.
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The devils walked free then.
Their spiral dances, the sons of night!
Speaking to a sword, or clutching a throat,
Snaring in silence of their wands.
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Ice gates, ice gates in the colder spheres
Came by around a maiden gatekeeper
Slender and elfy she breathed the snow;
Her snow covered head and red cherried lips
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The night over-dreamed in a windless fog
As clouds flipped; curtained those Indian bog.
Dropping petals gently the air did slash
Bamboo dews song; as down they drip and splash.
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Knocking to desend the staircase again
medallioned neck and tigery tighs
to drink helicopter fuels once again.
False metaphores dog my trial everytime.
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As the evening sets the sun its day
The orange glided down the western bay.
Exact rewind of Tiger Hills Sunrise
And what wine can rival its mesmerize!
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In the splendid quietening dreams of fore dawn
When alarms fasten the piercing drowsy eyes;
The great Bear and the Orion bid goodbye,
And fleeing shadows rush back like august downpour.
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Lying low there darlene unending eve;
seeing your wrinsing blanking blink go black
Priests and prayers, surround as meadow bees
Flaming me in Christi's name, Oh this sucks!
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