Adya Poems

This is like a rattlesnake,
announcing itself with a characteristic motif.
The is no mistaking a rattlesnake for what it is,
It mesmerises the naive,
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Just a glance
I turned my head
perfect and beautiful
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Overconsideration rose to cordial ignorance,
lies never,
but the passion of passion which passion endows,
now diverging,
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Is one sufficient?
Or is multiplicity the goal?
one perfect form?
or many without soul?
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To be bound to prose,
or poetry;
to have something as important as your message.... your mood
not for me, that isn't for me,
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What is my sentence Judge?
A life of introspection?
Or a marriage to discomfort?
Decide what you will
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Rhyme pushes,
manipulates my words,
twists my message!
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Metre confines,
restricts,
deforms,
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An unripened pear,
tossed into the decaying,
sweetens,
ripens,
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