A Poet’s Muses

Chat(utter) Uni(verse)

Treasure the vignette of chatting world, when two souls interact and furled.

Passing pranks may build an affinity, but nothing could beat their salinity.

Sick or tick, always be online, feels tweak when status turn offline.

Sessions are refreshed now and then, to catch the person before ten.

Remains mused on every tiny detail, wishes not to become so fragile.

Tiresome is hidden at this time, and essays provoke this as prime.

Symptoms of upset show its presence, more than judging by right sense.

Socially inept plays behind this game, many have pointed with such lame.

Looks or versions do not matter, the only thought is of chatter!

 

Sleep

Eyelid lay so confused, mind games we’re snoozed.

Body functions are tethered, with time becoming withered.

Pounces when not needed, focused, hard and pleaded.

Sounds like a wired, wish not be tired.

Shunned like a wearied, got away from queried.

Dream echoes are heard, vision starts getting blurred.

 

The bottled up

The shining of a transparent look, shades mimic from the natures book.

Break it away from the cork, let the freedom do the talk.

The smell of ale throws up, which do not make it sup.

Filled with many flavors of life, then comes the pleasure of rife.

Stores a message inside the body, when the words like to embody.

Recycled ones do find a way, but is not allowed to play.

Some poke into for an answer, ends up from being a poser.

Plenty of tales can be found, from the bottle after the round.

The only thing that reveals you, is the water from its brew.

 

Unspoken Letters

Letters flowing like a river, words grasping from its silver.

Sentences urging for a line, context flashing like a sign.

Paragraphs rising in the number, stoned or not with lumber.

Thoughts dancing like a star, thus stays between the spar.

Commands to ink in bold, a talk worth as gold.

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