Serene lake sleeps with
rippling lullabies hidden within
its lotus scented bosom,
Trees stand tall clad in silver
or varied moods of pink humming rain-songs
to oxymoron whims of chameleon clouds.
Potpourri breeze is scented in caffeine sighs
of dewy tea leaves,
or scent of hursinghars withered at ughten,
or in aroma of rain soaked earth.
Early morning softly reverberates with
grumbled syllables of cooing doves
or dainty chirps of mynahs and sparrows,
Bamboo grooves huddle together
like rustic women gossiping about
shades of dahlias abloom,
dancing peacocks in the woods
and roses shriveled in tempest.
Afternoons are crisp as starched shirts
and tangy like berries
ripening on highest of boughs,
and evenings preen
veiled in versicolor organza of dusk,
sequinned in fireflies
their silence laced in symphonies of crickets.
I dream oft of that land cleansing
its feet in the whirling waves of Brahmaputra,
land of orchids and rainbows
where memories linger of a childhood lost.
Braided mixed-emotion clouds bridge distance from surreal heavens to pragmatic earth on a bemused twilight~ myopic, forlorn, sepia all before know-it-all gaze of a bay entangled in her own riddling reflections.
The unbridled waters flow unhindered by the broken bridge of propriety, bending rules beyond recognition, and like Jack’s beanstalk the cloud tower tethers sky and soil.
For dreams to climb on tippy toes under night’s oblivion to enact themselves in psychedelic splendor on straits of Morpheus those strewn in opium-kissed poppies sighing hallucinations…
The innocent cherry blossoms,
tinted in candyfloss sighs
wither in ignorance,
unaware of the reason
they pepper the brow
of nascent dawn, emerging
from their chrysalis.
Oblivious is the moth
dancing in frenzied ecstasy
around the mistakenly revered
threshold of jaundiced streetlight,
of the cause of its demise
enthralled by the radiance
of a callous, indifferent moon
flirting with exotic oysters
amid cavorting tides.
leads a chameleon existence
unaware of its quaint sojourn
from the worm-like simplicity
within secretive translucence
to a variegated butterfly
blessed with nectarine sips
of sustenance in redolent meads.
human omniscience fails to learn
the destiny hidden
within the depths of tomorrows
unraveled by the clock’s hands,
as he leads each day
assuming himself to the master
of his own treacherous fate.
She sits forlorn,
wrinkled and wizened
on frostbitten grayish clouds
under the veil of mist,
determined to keep vigil
in December chill
warmed by distant embers
of shining galaxies.
She drinks from
that half- filled cup of coffee
left lukewarm on
the window sill,
breathing in the lingering scent
of roasted peanuts
and the luscious chocolate cake
you’d gobbled away
in gluttonous delight.
She is like honeydew,
or a tangy round slice of lemon
her breath scented in
scent of myrtle and pine needles,
she resembles to
to a shivering hungry beggar
a round golden bun,
to a crying child she appears
to be his favorite crunchy cookie.
She hums x-mas hymns
in the silence of falling snowflakes,
whispering fables from
dogeared volumes of Aesop
befriending insomniac asters
chilled by the winter frost,
her smile is reminiscent
of daffodils from bowers of March,
she scribbles her dreams
writing epistles in the fragrance
of blooming night jasmine.