Treasure Island

Sachin Sahu


Memories


The ubiquitous spa of divergent glance,
Shoves stream of extreme vagaries.
Rendering nector of perpetual fractance,
and retrospection of pacifying memories.

Human life, though arcane,
Is adorned with whimsteal eventuality.
With hazy vision of knoll,
and hang in balance of blurry clarity.

Memories of the deceased cheer,
The numb sense with drizzling fear.
Hones instincts for approaching carrion,
For ravsih stygian with scary eon.

Memories of the vociferous smile,
Burst of laughter rushing to acme.
Grips the life's mystery in quill,
Veils the dreadful scene of lame.

Memories of the grave sins,
The struggle of breath with bleeding fins.
Shoves insticts of laconic repentance,
The urgent hierarchy of doctored glance.

The unsung nector of proud memories,
A ray of light in blurry vagaries.
Induces shiver of diaphanous existence,
COnveying encomium of worthwhile content.

The trembling cheer with irksome blunders,
The vapid smile and perpetual glory.
Adorns insticts with mirthful thunder,
With tapestry of pacifying memory.

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Thursday, April 18, 2013

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