Face With Phases!

Different are faces
Phases are different 
Time to carry on
Artist's  admiration 
To face the faces
 Went through phases.  

Ecstatic  vibrations
Jubilant nature 
Indicates mind to portray
Everlasting  Beautific
 Human face 
Holding a sketch
To an appealing face
That faced many phase.

Dot stretched out to read
Wide opened
 conveying emotions
 To aspire
Ability to see foreseeable
Goggled eyes turns
Sunken red- rimmed and dim . 

Long elongted -an essential sense
Gives life to soul
Stops with death
Power to sense essence
Diminish near ends. 

Stroke for lips like rose red
 Holds a bliss 
Curve that extends upward
Losing its bind came downwards
Specialized for communication
Now prattles like child.

Broad bald  forehead
 Shapes a face 
 its shape
Now carries lines wrinkled
Cascades of black hair
Grows gray. 

Thoughts thought to content
With brooding curious face
Imagination fails
Sombre reality slays
Happiness now evanescents. 
                              -  Sujitha

Comments

  1. PinkyApril 22, 2020 at 10:27 AM

    Now a days I am waiting for your writing going crazy of your lines super yar$ gives life to sole stop with death $👏👏

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  2. UnknownApril 22, 2020 at 10:35 AM

    It's cooll.... The first lines are awsm

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  3. MokshiApril 22, 2020 at 6:13 PM

    Well done yrr

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  4. Shyno Mary GeorgeApril 22, 2020 at 6:37 PM

    "Who says my hand a needle better fits."
    While reading all your poems I gets reminded about these beautiful lines bu Anne Bradstreet...
    Good work dear Sujitha.. Keep writing. All the best

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  5. LakshaApril 22, 2020 at 8:11 PM

    Delightful lines suji👏👏👏Awsm👍

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  6. UnknownApril 22, 2020 at 9:44 PM

    Well done ma
    👏👏👏

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  7. UnknownApril 23, 2020 at 6:42 AM

    👌👌👌

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  8. UnknownApril 23, 2020 at 6:42 AM

    Superb. Mind blowing

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  9. SHASMITHAApril 23, 2020 at 8:00 PM

    It's really smart work dr 😍 I luved it .. great

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  10. UnknownApril 25, 2020 at 5:38 AM

    Aww... ❣️ Osm dr

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