Thoughts are chariot to
envisages of past, mumbling of an erratic happening whilst treading on a heinous path drowned in the hearth of autumnal auroras. Moulding an abode upon the ponders where scars of fallen days reside. In a world where people are mere warfarers abiding in a cosmogyral state, in the pursuit of making their free verses turn into rhythmical one just because all other souls are introspecting those connotations. That's how life works just like poetry, every poetic device is in the resfeber of turning their poem in the most lyrical one rather than comprehending that every manuscript has it's own eloquence and all that we need to do is to keep reverberating and bleeding ink till the day our perseverance with vehemence will be an esoteric luculent despite the withstanding murky censure."Carpe diem"
A tale based on 'Enjambment' and 'Foreshadowing'Enjambment always keeps on dwelling in his own mind which is an overgrown jungle and no axe can waver the greenery of it's meadows from incessantly delineating his metrical life.
One day Foreshadowing asserted,"Hey Enjambment. I just wanted to tell you that I'd be giving you a ring any fine day."
Enjambment looked at Foreshadowing with questioning eyes.
Henceforth, Foreshadowing bragged, "I'll be telling you about the ins and outs of how you can augur and string your words better."
Enjambment nodded and said fine.
Everyday Enjambment promptly waited for getting a ring from Foreshadowing.
Dawns turned to dusks and Enjambment couldn't be as perpetual in metrical verses
as it used to be because the inkling of getting apprised and doing better was racing in his head. Concerns grew and time elapsed.
Enjambment kept on agonising and losing each precious moment but Foreshadowing never called.
On a day of fall, a nomadic breeze whispered in Enjambment's ear the secret of life.
Sonder struck his mind in the aftermath.
As the breeze said, "Don't let it all pass agonisingly, would just eat us raw by gnawing at our minds and perish our metrical symphonies in oblivion."
Enjambment was evocated and said, "But I've been awaiting since long and wasn't able to zero in on my present deciphered contemplations"
Breeze muttered, "Carpe diem!"
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PoetryHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^