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GOD IN THE LIPS

Mother-and-Child
Your siestas make our mellowness
We inherit your blood and acumen 
Nothing is analogous to mother’s love
Her sweat and spirit rejuvenate our life
Incubate embryonic days in the divine foyer
Abide ache to clinch joyous burden
Immune physique, lactate healthier habits
Fabulous touch fabricates our moral fiber
Embrace our mind and wits for ever
Your worship and verve is everlasting
So long as soul of benevolence dwells on us
– VIGIL KUMAR
 
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NEMESIS

Vigil Kumar

nemisInebriated thoughts of wrath
Innate  the cavernous wits
Exhibit the gaucherie of envy
Dearth of legendary prowess
Shut not the doors of sacred justice
Foyers of truth uncover their means
The spirits of celestial retribution
Bulldoze your Mirth and ego
Hubris makes you heap of debris
Even your shadow will desert you
– VIGIL KUMAR

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SACROSANCT

Vigil Kumar

sun
Deserted hopes of delusion
augment in our own brains
Fix the days of thrilling tedium
through the sacred radiance
Dispose dominant sense of self
chock-a-block in moral fiber
Stylish stance of unwise
dwindle by devout elegance
Passions of abundant grandeur
vanish by gracious touch
Subtle shades of truth float up
gizmos of false fable anyway
– VIGIL KUMAR

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NIMBUS

Vigil Kumar

lightning
Condensed clouds of cumulonimbus bursts
The earth is soaked by the season of liquid days
Moist sun saunters over unfathomable billows
Hose – fumes of ambiance boost up greenish pastures
Water of precipitation fills craters of the carved globe
The blend of sky and earth liquefies the pangs of separation
Ancestry of the creation attains salvage by tiny droplets of rain
The manna dew of the Heavens showers the quintessence of life
 – VIGIL KUMAR
 
 

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SACROSANCT

sun
Deserted hopes of delusion
augment in our own brains
Fix the days of thrilling tedium
through the sacred radiance
Dispose dominant sense of self
chock-a-block in moral fiber
Stylish stance of unwise
dwindle by devout elegance
Passions of abundant grandeur
vanish by gracious touch
Subtle shades of truth float up
gizmos of false fable anyway
– VIGIL KUMAR