A promise residue Catalysed by the dimming hourglass sand Dusky shadows scan life-spans, and Write prescriptions for the dyads retired: Resuscitate self in the time deceased Together wherein you had breathed; Assimilate afresh with that solitary crowd Finding each other wherein You were lost forever in unison. Barefoot, walk again Those expanses pristine Retracing footsteps in the sandy grains Those unfathomed meadows- do attain. Discover afresh, routes to self.
In the aching hearts- rhyme afresh With the rushing red; Enliven the eyes that wouldn’t bat Glued in wait behind the doors shut Steer self your time-tattered boat To the rendezvous that still awaits you As a promise residue. – Bimal Saigal The dance of power In the realm, where shadows sway, lies the elusive quest for power’s way. Whispers of ambition’s silent flight.
Guide the cunning through the shroud of night. Amidst this dance of dark allure, Where cunning hearts seek to procure. Each step calculated game, In the theater of power’s claim.
Concealed intentions, veiled in art, forge allegiance, outsmart. Court attention with calculated flair, command the stage, ensnare. Keep others dependent, bind their fate, Control the strings, strengthen your state.
State their needs with a careful hand, Assert dominion over your land. – Lloyd Daley Attitude If yesterday came with many challenges, That gave you a bad attitude; Do not alter today’s gratitude, by wearing yesterday’s bad attitude. As being cruel mea.