POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes on Piusha Singh's poem "Pestering Colors"

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POET'S PEN: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI writes on Piusha Singh's  poem "Pestering Colors" posted on 27th June

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• Pestering Colors
• By Poetess Piusha Singh

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• APPRECIATION REVIEW

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Alive as a tinted frame of flesh

(The word "Pestering" means to harass with petty annoyance. The soft tissues of the body, the spirit is willing, but the body is weak in a harassed mood or situation)

Reflecting specks of colors within

(SPECKS means property possessed by an object of producing different sensations on the eye as a result of the way it reflects or emits light. Changing the color by flickering lights and shades )

Glared by my yesterday's gleam

(The shining of Intermittent lights)

You forgotten the dance of marrow.

(Unaware about the ballet of the soul)

Defining the sketches on my face

(The face is the mirror of the mind, it sketches the feeling of the mind, very true)

Carving fine lines of yesterdays vows

(Making oaths to figure out what was yesterday)

memories gleamed in the outlined cast

(The memories takes a peep into the depths)

Baffled in chromatic fog, staggered always.

(Puzzled by way of brightest colors of mist, spread-out)

Tipsy in abstaining sober beauty of colors,

( Intoxicated in refraining in the clarity of signs and symbols)

Evaded into my solitude starving your light.

( Conquered into the loneliness of ravenous beams )

Embraced the constraints of constant nag.

( Accepting the obstacle of permanent harasses )

Delighted in this beauty of pestering colors.

( Happier in a loveliness of stalking shades of images )

Matured in this crusted frame to perfection.

( Shouldering the covered outlines of excellence)

Still dynamics of life active within the acrylics.

( Life has become active in its extreme activeness)

Undiluted by the enduring flow of  tears forever.

( Unmixed, sorrowful  river of tears to last )

Prevailing in glum, withered  idle in your absence.  

( Holding the depressed seeds of  fallen sorrows in life)

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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ABOUT POET'S PEN: Williamsji Maveli writes a column titled "Poet's Pen" in view of bringing connectivity between the author and reader for a better understanding of poetic aspects in creativity perspective. This column will highlight on the content of a poem picked at random by the author, which will be appearing on daily basis as and when the authors feels to upload the posting.  Reader's valuable comments, both positive and negative are most welcome and will be highly appreciated by me

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