The moon had hid
Behind the mask of an eclipse
The universe was corroborating
With Gods and Goddesses
Aligning the stars
In the mirror of hearts
The debate was not only reciprocating Thoued emotions were contemplating
Deciding which souls were in need of healing
So I looked up at the empty sky
None of my rosemary beads were shy
Praying for curses to emerge as lies
Auspicing my aegis would not be denied ~
©Copyright Mehjabin Shahed
July 2018
Laced, Locked and Liberation of Loyalty
#INANNA
Solving Arithmetic Progressions
I am comfortable with the containment of my emotions, see love is the recalcitrant cat that synchronizes gracefully with loyalty very honestly. Since I have been christened already, I figured out that I am simply not allowed to indulge. I could not deem to risk love less it is the chosen one, the moon is the only sired heir of sunshine at night.
See love in its prayer – fields have such complementing healing enterprise for life that it only matures in it’s own respect, and to the fore armoured the sheath and speeches,
“Every body makes mistakes, that is why pencils have erasers.”
We communists are such species that surrogates the demise of modesty in test tube babies. We never tried to compare politics in the ashtrays of mafia, less there was dried red rose adorned in it. We school soldiers with expertise that they become contrapuntal variable that can be fused in any technology when a target has been locked upon, even short circuit springs just to alternate the velocity of EPR pairs and even materialize weight and mass out of a breath of air.
I would not compete my artillery with yours, I’d only whisper its vague essence to assure you that I’ll try to second your safety, may be to usher the pilgrims of freedom.
When my nomenclature has been certified the assurance of righteousness, I will not attempt to machine its humility, and humbly not tax with muscle power. Rather, due to my tranquil serene conscience, silently extend you time evolving in a smile greeting your reviewed consideration critique another possible outcome in its aftermath, a subtle imprest system of the grammar programmed in any creed or instruction guide.
I admit defeat, the truth is I have unearthed the prophecy and sealed the present, currently with out which no suffering can exist. Very few tenants have survived my heart, firmly anchored to the present since I am impossible without the yesterday of the past.
I hope I’ll be blessed with more dreams when I tiredly fall asleep at the backseat of a taxi-cab or in a train as a passenger whose ticket has been purchased.
(c)Copyright Mehjabin Shahed
September 11, 2012
Mehjabin Shahed 
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