On Bereft Blasphemy Of Beauty

Standing lonely under the nefarious heaven,
Musing silently over forthcoming events,
Skeptical Of diurnal destiny
Irrelavent of terrestrial hindrances.
Scuffling with soul's eternal bereavements,
Silently she tilts towards the toxicity of turbulence;
yonder lies the engraved griefs,
Embellished with sordid memories.
Silence-the solitary sabre of defense;
Crafting out canvases of hypocratic glee,
Love and joys are far-fetched glories.
Complementing life's merriments with insipid ordeals
Casually negotiating a tryst with thyself.
Angels enriched you with a splendid bequest
Yet you delved it into the pit of wilderness;
Diving deep into your own Pandemonium
Your beauty is a mere bereavement to thee.



Poetry by Nibir Mahanta
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 11:08

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Zoya Zaidi
I love these lines:
"Love and joys are far-fetched glories."
and these:
" Your beauty is a mere bereavement to thee."
There is so much sad truth in them- so much reality!
((((Hugs dear Nibir))))
and
Welcome to the Bay!
love, Zoya
2007-01-07


Zoya Zaidi
I love these lines:
"Love and joys are far-fetched glories."
and these:
" Your beauty is a mere bereavement to thee."
There is so much sad truth in them- so much reality!
((((Hugs dear Nibir))))
and
Welcome to the Bay!
love, Zoya
2007-01-07


Zoya Zaidi
I love these lines:
"Love and joys are far-fetched glories."
and these:
" Your beauty is a mere bereavement to thee."
There is so much sad truth in them- so much reality!
((((Hugs dear Nibir))))
and
Welcome to the Bay!
love, Zoya
2007-01-07