Moonlight in my Espresso… poem by Smitanand…

I flavored my coffeein moonlight on the lonely terrace,it was like sippingespresso night steaming in a cupand sugared in stardust. every siphad the exotic taste of lavenderlike a pinch of dusk,sprinkled in my drink,and was bittersweet like memoriesI munch on as oatmeal cookiesdipped in coffee. moonlight was like rumin my mundane coffee mug,making my insomniac …

Moon Reminds Me of You…

Pale, incandescent,just beautiful,brave enough to shineand defy the engulfing darkness-oblivion of night's embrace,a little warriorof night pouring radiancewith its battalionof twinkling stars. refusing to meldin inky depth of raven night,as a beacon of hope it smiles,reminding meof a little brave girlwho foughtthe darkness of deathwith frail limbs and iron willthat angellic face, serene smilecovered by …

Sunflowers Mourn Dusk

At variegated twilight hour,on bosom of lethargic, perspiring earthsunflowers droop in gloom;angst of mourning skyfreeze as dewdrops, ontheir shrivelled persona;as dying sun breathes, its last sigh. lotuses furl their petals,hiding from shimmering moonlight:their soft pollened cores,of ethereal fragrance. mellifluous lullabies of sparkling stars,echo in the silent night;lulling tired earth into siestas.with threnodies of crickets,and elegies …

I am a Poem…

Chapped lipsbleed broken syllablesof saturnine sonnets,born on indigo nights dimpledin newmoon smiles, Vain vignettes, peep from pagesof dogeared diaries,looking for withered melody,in haunting autumnal silenceof existence. Haikusare fireflies' winksand butterflies' flutters,transient soap-bubble bliss~I am a poem-yearning change...

Solitude Tastes like…poem by Smitanand

Solitude tastes like lavender lattebittersweet and exoticsighing fragrant syllablesin an air in love with coffee vibes it is about soliloquyand introspections,about nostalgia and deja vu it sometimestastes like jujuba berriesand coconut laddoos aromaticwith cardamom andreminiscences of childhood. at otherslike an iced lemonadewedded to fresh mint leaves,gulped downparched summer throats, it is likea chocolava cakeoozing decadence …

A Chic Poem…poem by Smitanand

She's a poemchic, suave and sophisticated likesultry summer breezescented in petrichor,fondling silken petals ofsublime plumerias enceintewith photons. her linesare pruned asmanicured hedges of hibiscus,line breaks natural likegulps of minty lemonade,words likeflowers plucked fromredolent meadows. poetry wearsrhythm like elegancemetaphorsadorning her dresslike crochet lace,she chortles and gigglesverbiage like fresh air,and braids imagery likeorchids in her long mane. …

A Porcelain Maiden…poem by Smitanand

I once met a girldraped in shadowsenfolding herlike stoles and scarves, she was made of porcelainfragile and wreathedin egg shell cracks in places,her smile wasserene like the glowof faery lights, but no fireflies twinkledin those eyesthat looked likeleftover dredges of stale coffeeor like muddy puddlesdead pan or just dead. a liliting laugh she hadthat echoedin …

Being a Harsingar…poem by Smitanand

I am a harsingarblossoming inmoonlit ambiguityof insomniac nights, I pepperthe forehead of morningslike a tilak,vermilion and white,resplendent and fragrant. I am lovechildof sun and moonspawned at twilight,born at midnight, fated towhisper psalms of reverenceon deity feet, or adorn ebon tressesof a maiden,enhancing her beauty, or just dry and minglein the soilonce withered,as scented confettiof spring...

April Giggles…poem by Smitanand

April giggles in citrus blossoms,her laughter sprinkledon cerulean monotony assplashed orangeade on dozing cloudsat daybreak, when an eggyolk sunemerges to concoct an eggnogwith lingering espresso of night. Aurora stretches golden limbs,its yawn is scentedby whispered aubadeof awakening tea leaves of jade,caffeinated verbiage clearingthe lingering lethargy,wildflowers plant dewy kisseson cheeks of sunkissed grassblades,filling perfume withinnostrils of …

Twilight is… poem by Smitanand

Twilight is sonnet bornfrom nature's quil,reverberatingwith versatile syllablesof avian cacophony,songs from crickets playingmandolins in thickets,roar of boisterous wavesand of the evening crowdsin the city,strewn in pschedelic shadows, whenthe sun retreats onkaleidoscopic footprintstheir lingers a crepuscule,enceinte withstories of farmerstoiling in the fields,poppies abloom likeblushing brides in sunshine,thunderstorms brewingwithin wombs of whimsy,children hopscotchingon cobblestones,boatmen singing folksongsof lost …