Epiphanies of A Torn Galaxy E-Book

Anand Bose

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Epiphanies of a torn galaxy belong to a new genre of writing fiction called Philosophical Fiction. It's a pure work of art. There are many epihanies in it which resemble Picasso's Cubist painting. Contemporary culture and  politics are examined through a critical lens of metaphoric narratives. 

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Anand Bose

Epiphanies of A Torn Galaxy

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Epiphanies of a Torn Galaxy

Money and Fame in an Acrostic.

M—Music

O—Of

N—Necessity

E— Earth’s

Y—Yoke

F—Finding

A—About

M –Mysterious

E—Eccentricity

Epiphany

Saw a yellow winged fairy floating in the air, dancing in psychedelic delight, showing off a magnificent opera of flight…dazzling me with a catharsis of sound echoing in colors, tuning into my mirth, a joyful song of love, a brilliant fusion of music, a soul of jazz, an epic poem, a beauty of passion, a nirvana so tranquil.

Saw flames of fire like tongues of music …they were swaying like many letters of the alphabet…I cast my eyes like a seer on them …I am drowned in their rich lyrical intimacy…they evoke in me a passionate ecstasy…is God devout speaking through the flames…the flames are a prophet of light …a diviner’s objet d’ art….

Dawn

Dawn opened her colored veils—

The sun is echoing a dream. The sky is a poetic Metaphor; clouds are melodious lakes—there, a crater is opening—

Lava is pouring crimson—Bards are gliding

Gently as Aesthetic sculptures—

I am a poet at heart; I am a bard of lyric’s

soul.

Dusk’s a floating Opera …orange hues

are soaked petals and linger as a

painter scattering a hazy abstract…

Time’s music of mediation…I am fond of Nature …It’s a metaphor of solitude…

My lover for her awakens like a dove…

Would have loved an evening with her…

Love echoes the evening as a poem …

Beloved

Darling dear beloved ...you are love's passionate echo....let me embrace

you with the sweet nectar of love....

Let me kiss your lips with a lover's passion....I love you so much, so much as the night's lovely star ...You have become so fond to me.....Be my beloved for the rest of my life.  

Dawn

They sky, a delicious poem of colors …

Art’s a spread carpet…chirp chirp, tweet, tweet goes the bards chorusing…morn’s fonts glisten the sky as aesthetic abstracts…

Feelings now are a fruit of joy…she woke me up with sweet words on Skype …morn caresses the soul as beatitude of music …

A poet tunes to the music of morn….writing its lullaby as poetic verses…

Dusk