The Flame..

This poem contains references to some of my old ones. If you ever got those, you'll get this one too! :)

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The flame of sin slowly subsides,

As truth slips beneath the mask,

That realization have I dawned upon,

All which time had cried loud about.

The macaw, I thought, was a distant dream,

The soul, I thought, was reposed as it seemed,

But alas!

The rein of sin has never been tighter,

The guilt, while I knew, has always been lighter.

A call of the unknown psyche,

From the depths of the widest hell,

A gallant shore, I thought, it had touched,

An answer heard, that seemed pure and true-,

was a cruel joke that vanity had brewed.

The cloak reminds me of its growing fondness,

The cliffs tell their tale of pride,

Have I yet to set out and conquer,

A run, that seemed to evade the mind..

Clarity flutters along the crimson band,

The will to fight, joins in hand,

Renewed vigor is the seed sown fresh,

On the lam, to flourish in flesh.

A pattern, as I see, life concocts,

That, which bonds with the lyrics of the past,

How astounding, for a human to err,

Undulating akin to a mammoth curl…

The oil of lust all dries out,

The flames of sins all die out,

The thirst to fight has never been stronger,

A crusade that now titillates the soul deeper..

I light up the milieu as the dew whistle behind,

For I know, the haze of sin will perish in time,

Engulfed is the psyche in the flame I ignite,

Peace is the pledge from this flare so bright….

aeroyogi

25-11-11