They collate,
For a single one stimulates.
In bits and parts,
To curb, and to hit the darts.
Perplexion being an obstacle;
A well striven mind to tackle.
Intenders’ choice,
Who leaves us spellbound by that voice.
For pain and shatter,
To love and flatter.
Medium’s just one,
In front of these, no actions can be won.
Your own spoken never make you sad,
Enable you reach the crux; to not feel bad.
They make you cry,
Even yeild a massive why.
Throughout around,
Depending on a varied sound.
Believing in stories of sweet lime,
Composed of words; nothing to zest in that mime.
From Elizabethan times to today,
Even from when there were no really countable days.
They hit the podium,
The best one in front of all the titaniums.
They’ll never die,
Their power everywhere lies.
Gallons and gallons,
A mind definitely needs rewards of better balloons.
For feeding,
For keeping…..
Convincing is just a word,
What’s the word to convince a word?
Synonyms draw breath in millions,
Unknown to the most in the surroundings of ions.
Yet they’re better,
When in a string to clatter.

Pretty similar is mine,
“A String of Verses” flowing in line…
As they pour,
As they shower.
I get elated,
For I’m specially related.

–GUNEEV KAUR

Evoking and preceding,
Each other.
Which one goes ahead?
A thought that bumps my mind.
I say it’s my world,
Where I feel perplexed.
Not that accessible to draw ever straight,
Even not to climb the undulated one.

Former must be a word for peace,
When everything is way more later at ease.
Latter might be a challenging one,
To strive through.
Yet wasn’t the previous to tough to draw,
Than the other one; taking so much power.
I find it impressive,
Yet depressive;
When myself I’m unable to stab it.

Just the similar way,
You say is the journey of ours.
Battling through;
Myriads of goals.
Yet a handful not achieved.
Bent at times,
Even A-line, that makes you extravagantly elated.
Nothing here appears so straight,
Nevertheless we trying making it the same.

The heavenly body of our existence,
A perfect evidence.
So round,
A sorta straight at the top.
Truly, genuinely,
There isn’t a real world.
Without having one of these,
Unless you’re planning to fly towards reel.

Both of them are equally supportive,
Equally neccesary.
Revolving across,
Paving around.
A world of them,
They’re; the world.

–GUNEEV KAUR