Let’s embellish a poesy by using alliteration with two mandatory words, ie gobsmacked & gobbledegook.
gobsmacked - utterly astounded; astonished gobbledegook - language characterized by jargon, usually hard to understand
Alliteration: the use, especially in poetry, of the same sound or sounds, especially consonants, at the beginning of several words that are close together: "Round the rugged rocks the ragged rascal ran" uses alliteration.
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Maybe I am too late for a day when the tap roots of some passengers of vilely rages are demolished by some rugged clutches. There is another threshold to where I am standing now, a happier nostalgia. I am old enough by emotions but not by the strength of mind. I used to spend my nourishing morrows by cheering the huge grasses of wild lands, their fun time shows which a soothing zephyr had contributed to. They shake off the last raindrop, the bathing memories vaporize slowly when the dew drops of winter arrive to kiss them but the taste of melancholic raindrops remain on their leafy foreheads. Whenever I would travel, passers by stopped, gazed at me and would sing out a light note to my unmannerly craziness. I was a sun sapphire to the blue pages of sky but now there is too little space for me in mommy nature's lap. I live in sublime images of a hue past grey, a tinkle bell of stragglers in happy soulful days are as rich as a smile of diamond white teeth which I cherish a lot these days. Nowadays, I feel very empty within, walking beside air through the streets of vendors whom I see selling smiles but none do attract my conscience of desires anymore. Today what I want is a chair to sit, spread out the sensory nerves of cranium everywhere and gather memories of the streets where I played each and every day and got new toffees from my grandad, at least he would be glad celebrating my momentary triumph.
I should define myself as a crown coronating mangoes of a tree counted the most delicious of the other royal assets in the neighbour's garden. Till date, I know its taste better than the gardener next door, I would often peep there for plucking the old ones and coronating the prince/princess mangoes with the soft mellowy cushiony touch of my hands whispering "You Are Born TO REIGN, You Are STRONG, You Are BRAVE." It was a day after the hurricane of diverse perceptions which triggered my mind to leave behind an epitaph to the directed verse encrypted in flower petals groaning in vast summer wilderness, it was then my heartbeat reached to those the ten million dices who are afraid of living. They think that life is a coal mine, dark inside, dark everywhere you look. They think as their lives are choked with enveloping coal-tar pitches as roads are lapped with. These silent oblivions were dancing dolls in vision to fate. The bright sun would rise everyday but concealed the presence in front of them. So, they were all pale to the thought that they were abandoned and put in bitter darkness. A ten million, don't you think it is a huge representation from a community of where even fundamental rights were handcuffed?
Today is an another grave, I have been to many such structures of extreme heights but this one was of a tremendous conical layout. But why do I still believe that the cones were a thousand spheres before casting creation of a pyramid?
Today employ at least one oxymoron to garnish the platter of your write up. It can be a poem, story or a quote.....
An oxymoron is a figure of speech that puts together opposite elements. The combination of these contradicting elements serves to reveal a paradox, confuse, or give the reader a laugh. For example: Amazingly awful, Bittersweet, Clearly confused & so on..
The word oxymoron is derived from the Greek phrases oxus and mōros, meaning a mix of “sharp and keen” and “dull and dumb.”
It was so cold The night was dull And strong winds were blowing
She shivered when she saw down Her veins and nerves chilled She felt so empty from inside She did not feel her body
Her all temptation(wishes) left with her to do Puella( the girl ) temptation was to know herself If the worst thing happens with her was that she found herself to be the reason of sadness of everyone She could see everything splitting after when she is off forever It's just a dream of her to see a place of angels But only devils are left over in this small ball of such a big space She wanted to go back from where she came She wanted to go back to her to her father and mother in Kailash or Vaikunt or Brahmalog Where her parents used to feed her with love A place of no pain it is A place of no gain it is Just a selfless service to God engrave of love and dignity This small ball doesn't know to respect women Goddess SITA dies telling us the truth
She wished to be motivational pillar to all those women who is afraid of this world
All those stuffs she hath (had) in her life Was not a jerk but a lie for her While standing she was finding reasons not take that step because she knew she would not she her parents anymore And with her extremest means she wanted some wrinkles near her eyes and lips She didn't want to frown like Janus' sad face (Roman god) She didn't want to be Sir Oracle (Roman priests) She wants reasons to carry on
But she was hallow Appetite of piece Losing her interest to know herself Wandering in the oceans of thoughts to find islands But still it feels to her that she heard "It's too much dear for you It's my mistake that I send you among these monsters Now come to me I can't see u in pain anymore I'm the only one who is your own And to accept you My child , come to me It's too much to live with "
She felt her blue nerves She watched herself for last time And then She closed her eyes forever With marks of red in her face and body everyone found her From top to bottom From bottom to top again She found herself in the arms of her mother and father ❤️
To my mom who brought me to this world.... let me confess that I love you every single day I love you for being with me on my journey from crawling to walking even when you were yourself stumbling. I love you for the expense of serenity you carry on your face even when you are feeling weak on your knees. I love you for handling the pendulum of my mood swings, even if you are in low spirits and dealing with your personal doldrums. I love you for caressing and embracing even when the entire world is cursing me. I love you for learning new things for me, even if they are not your cup of tea. I love you for breaking my fever even if you are overriding your own body signals. I love you for pushing yourself past your limits and nourishing my heart and soul and every bit. I love you to the moon & back!! @mann_se_