Aspiring poet and a writer. I am quite fascinated by the abstract idea called life. Philosophy lures my mind to an unfathomable degree. I prefer to write in old English as to me, archaic words have an essence of innocence and lucidity within it. It has the past glory and sanctity of feelings and emotions wrapped around it. For me, literally 'Old is eternally gold'. But still I try to adapt this old mind of mine to the modern context of my life and intertwine the two to pen down and produce my thoughts in the form of poetry. Currently working on my first amateur experiment with sonnets.
My love is like a beautiful garden
Whose flowers spray the fragrance of my love
Where blooms the rose- of priceless golden
But the gardener's worth is all above!
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Standing upon life’s crossroads
When parting ways are we to make
Singing some million melancholic odes
Moist of eyes, we partake
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My only love is what beauty look
E’en maidens of fairest youth surpass
The Naiads envy sitting by the brook
For lived none, fairer than me bonny lass
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Lo! Tis time to laugh my dear
For later tears are to be shed
Bring that smile and lose all fear
As hereafter I’ll be gone and dead
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My heart flies away
Kissing the leaden sky of day
When linnets sing o’er silent vale
When whistling by the wind, do sail;
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