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 …

Moonbow is a Poem~ a Poem by Smitanand

a poemstood in moonlightimbibing the serene radiancesearching for stardust metaphorsin mysterious nooks and crevicesof poker faced night, sharp ears pricking tocapture the onomatopoeia ofsilence, gravid withundernourished sounds~wrapped in ambiguity of whispers. it mutters alliterationswords tripping over themselvesas they emerge,listening to lullaby of night breezeto define rhyme and rhythm, its stardust verbiageleave argent fingerprints onmoonlit shadows,whilst …

I am Petrichor…poem by Smitanand

I'm petrichor,rainkissed earthy sighemnating as aromatic susurrusof soil relieved byhealing fingers of monsoon, lovestory of peacockand raincloud,floating on lipsof gossip breeze, the prayer murmuredby singed foliagewhen raindrops satiatetheir parched throats. giggle of little girlshopscotching overrainwater ditches,mingled in the smilesof brewing lemon tea,musty yet refreshing...

A Sepia Memory…poem by Smitanand

The morning that dawnedwas like a tissue paper smearedin smudges of night's leftover mascara,sky was like a grey frown,scowling on the drowsy horizonsit looked widowed,without inherent vermilionsprinkled on its forehead. monsoon cloudsgrumbled, sniffled, wept,their sentiments over muddy soil,birds were silenttheir cacophonous ritual brokena confused owl hootedas the sun was on vacationand a crescent moon lingeredlike …