By enduring laconism,
it apprises everything.
By apprising everything,
it endures silence.
Sometimes,it gives forewarning through eyes,
sometimes,it gives its shoulder to rest upon.
I foresee,I have some affiliation to his avenue,
something strange,some old saga unspoken.
If catechized,they would tell my apologue.
The car carillons are cantillating their tune,
going so pronto in their own mood.
Where's their destination is unknown.
The palanquin bells indicate something,
they adumbrate some conundrums,
if listened with heart,
they will tell you everything asked.
In these tracks ,her reveries walk.
Myriads get lost.
Only some axioms are found.
These alleys are sometimes bondage,
these boulevards decides fate.
it apprises everything.
By apprising everything,
it endures silence.
Sometimes,it gives forewarning through eyes,
sometimes,it gives its shoulder to rest upon.
I foresee,I have some affiliation to his avenue,
something strange,some old saga unspoken.
If catechized,they would tell my apologue.
The car carillons are cantillating their tune,
going so pronto in their own mood.
Where's their destination is unknown.
The palanquin bells indicate something,
they adumbrate some conundrums,
if listened with heart,
they will tell you everything asked.
In these tracks ,her reveries walk.
Myriads get lost.
Only some axioms are found.
These alleys are sometimes bondage,
these boulevards decides fate.
Loved d way u caught d beats of d poem wich s so awe-inspiring S'Prise :):)
ReplyDeletelyk d lines ''... if listened with heart, they will tell you everything asked.''
beauty Sm :)
"By enduring laconism,
ReplyDeleteit apprises everything.
By apprising everything,
it endures silence"
simply loved d lines n d thot behind it ...overall it gives a beautiful piece of peaceful reading...keep it up young poetess :) <3