I ran under the grove of fog
I scape the beauty of the day
The canopy I sought was mom
The foam of life trills on the sea

The disloyal daylight fomented
The zeal of a fane for the prayer
The novice of nativity flushed in
Sweet has been the atom bomb?
©Basudev Paul

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Do you want me to deify you with sham flower?
Or, you like a fugitive chase me to insanity!
Essence or redemption?
©VP from The Lonely Voice

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Yours has been the translucent face I hardly hide my deference!
You're beyond the comely cloud of the Jove.
Your prosaic view of me lacks fecundity and depth of a haunted psyche.
©VP from The Lonely Voice

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Religiosity is sheer fanaticism
This must not go insane
Bonhomie & camaraderie
Urgently required for peace
©VP from The Lonely Voice

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Poetry possesses the power of satisfying our angst
© vpquote.in

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The happiness of life consists in the dismissal of the jejune:vpquote.in

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I wish I had spoken much through the unspoken
I have no power to pluck the moon down into your bosom
©VP from The Lonely Voice

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One's dictate of the heart is the prime moving impetus.
Be a pole apart to establish your own
identity.
©VP from The Lonely Voice

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The flight from the material moan
Meanders of pull back pleasure
Looking back in muse doing good
All enhances but the aspiring care
©VP from The Lonely Voice

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Just the fall has been due to set in, and our vibes and jibes get caught up for the imminent festival. Our minds dance with the advent of this feisty and feasting season.
The moment you remain outdoors you perspire on the sun heat, you get dried up so quickly the moment you remain indoors. This is the indicator of this cycle of Nature. Just as our thinking fills our erratic mind with divine pleasure.
©VP from The Lonely Voice

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