Announcement: Moving!

This blog will remain inactive from now on, as I’ve finally moved to my own personally hosted WordPress blog. You can find me here: blog.cyanlos.com 

I has my own website! That’s great, because now I can finally host MORE THINGS beyond just poetry! And even my daily ramblings! 

Hope to see you guys there, so peace out! And thanks for the run so far! 

 

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Polar Detective — Prologue

When a famous business tycoon Rudolf Rednose orders a vastly expensive and rare plate of Sushi, he probably never thought he’d be a target of a sinister crime. But why burgle the little place of Wallace Walrus to begin with?

Perhaps the mystery goes deeper, and may cross roads with a notorious criminal wanted for food thefts.

A grand game is afoot. Stay tuned!

Fire — Leaving Ashes in its Wake

Fire! Fire! Blinding light!
Crawling, feasting left and right.
Its self destroyed, as crumbles stake,
Leaving ashes in its wake

Doleful Spring (Part 1 translation of Jashn-E-Bahaara)

A practice translation of the song Jashn-E-Bahaara (and I may have changed plenty of things due to stylistic experiments). This part consists only of the first choruses.

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They talk that spring’s celebration comes;
But love bewildered, pondering hums
Why sullen scents flee from roses frail.
Some grief lies unseen in verdure’s veil…

When every sight blurs in fearful weep,
Where time itself has fallen asleep,
There you’ll find memories lost
In heart’s own caverns deep.

They talk that spring’s celebration comes;
But love bewildered, pondering hums
Why sullen scents flee from roses frail.
Some grief lies unseen in verdure’s veil…

When you’re not there…

My love brings grief, for you’re not there…
My soul caves empty, darkness drawn…
I stumble, reaching void’s own snare.
I see, and blink; you’re there! Now gone…

(Cinquain) Politicians

They vowed

A future bright,

To lead us into light.

And now as Kings, those vows they shroud

And smite.

(Cinquain) Power of Art

A double American Cinquain this time. 

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I stand

Still brave and strong

To face my fate, in hope

My pen creates a world where you

Can rise.

 

With art,

Skywards dreaming,

We grow new wings and fly.

Ourselves we’ll find,  in hearts and mind,

Reborn!

 

(Cinquain) Lamb’s Innocence

Lamb

Innocent, faithful,

Grazing, self bequeathed,

Sanguine trusting Butcher’s knife.

Devoured.

 

(Cinquain) Caged Sparrow

This little Didactic Cinquain is dedicated to those unfortunate children (and grown individuals) whose creative faculty and personal freedom are hindered or crushed by the society. 

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Sparrow,

Sweet, melodic,

Fragile wings dreaming,

Caged, chirping her doom.

Broken.

(Cinquain) Love

Love

Faithful, brave,

Yearning heavenly embrace,

Her smile flaming grace —

Bewitched.