I listen to the sprout of these words coming out
Betwixt the puncture of your ivory carves…
I listen again and again and again in times..
To this substantial tendency of exuberant awe
That got me enraptured sensationally about..
If you’re actually a demon or a human..
Living in the college of mysteries..
Galvanising in the heart of mystic things…
Trading pavilion with an arms of vanity
In this silky voyage called life..
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I listened to the desire of this burning fire..
Coming out from the spew of maiden’s mouth.
I listened to passion rolling in limbo like jubilant
From the oesophagus to honeyed mouth of sestina
I listened to you, that breaks the rule of beholder..
Melting their lids in anxiety of loving you with vibes..
Oh! I listened to these words like pilgrims of mountain’s ice
And my feet trembles in absurdity to find their stands.
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I absolutely listened to you and I can only imagine..
I can only imagine the exceptionality and tangibility..
That surrounds her spine like the twirl of a millipede..
Merry-go-rounding the forested spot with anxiety..
I could only imagine the accession of potential to its peak..
Dwelling in her mind, dwelling her soul like flowing milk..
From the resources of scared nation with no jiggery-pokery..
No adversary, vandalism or inequalities among masses and the judiciary..
I listened to you and I fell from the cross of Calvary’s arms..
With my carcass landing on the sod of fascinating Golgotha..
With inspiration whooping from these eyes like tears shattered…
Tears shattered from the bellies of gorgeous entwine…
Arewa, I was forced to concur with this apparent fact..
That you’re glistening like the glitz of Arabian star..
That you’re appeasing like the zest of Fouta-Djallon Highland.
I listen to you today and I will do with persistency of such zeal forever..
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