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...
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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. … Continue reading A Chic Poem…poem by Smitanand
I am a Story Teller…poem by Smitanand
a story tellerI search for forklores inversatile shapes of cloudson oilpainted dusks,fables in the elastic silhoutteshaunting moonlit alleys,and hiding withinsecret corners in the sunshine, withindewy lips of rosebudsI find love storiesgathering fairytales like seashellsfrom silver sands,mysteries I discoverlurking in the crowds,in hooded gazes of sly innocence,everyday dawns parturientwith new tales I seek tocapture like elusive … Continue reading I am a Story Teller…poem by Smitanand
I am an Afternoon poem by Smitanand…
I'm an afternoonsunburnt and parchedlike a dried toastsinged atthe edges and yearningfor treacle dewdrops,buttery kisses oflethargic sun, to dive into, I desirewithin a cup of chocolate milk,or taste bittersweet latte ona caffeine-lorn tongue,my face reminiscentof minty lemon tea sighingcitric syllables. still I sizzle in the aftermathof hot skillet noon,yearning for cold bath andan ice cream … Continue reading I am an Afternoon poem by Smitanand…
She is Autumn…
She is autumn,with eyes like amber embersglowing like lost thoughtsand forgotten stories,face covered in shadowsfrom yestereen,as the withering flower moon, her tressesare like those burnt orange sunsetsbaked in ovens of nostalgia,she wearssunflecked dawns fingerpaintedin potpourri memories,and sepia anecdotes,that linger on tongues of conversationslike old school friends. oncinnamon roll afternoonsof stolen moments,when nutmeg breeze whispersfairytales and … Continue reading She is Autumn…
A Meeting with January
Januarysits cuddledin her cashmere shawlbrocaded insunkissed poppies,sippinghot chocolatepeppered inhazel nut whispers. hermornings are shydraped in translucent veilswhich a half-hearted sunseeks to lift with a yawn,eyes myopicdue to frosted handprintsleft by a long night. shebrews coffeescented in blueberry moodsto warm the numb fingers ofchilly mid-morning,her noons are aromaticwith sighs ofsimmering chicken curryseasoned in cilantro. afternoonsshiver in … Continue reading A Meeting with January
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…
September Epistles…
Septemberreclines onher creaky rocking chair,on sleepy afternoonsthat smell ofnostalgia and cinnamon latte,listening togossips whisperedby an aromatic voyeur breeze. shepens her yesterdays ondoggeared diaries,her shawlbreathing moth ball sighsfrom old cupboards,and indulges inanecdotal adventuresin cobwebby catacombs of yearsnow withered fromshaft of existence,like sunkissed maple leaves. her faceis wreathed in wrinkleseyes bracketed in laughter lines,like the streaked streuselof … Continue reading September Epistles…
When Autumn Comes…
When autumn arriveswith its arms overflowing with goldits Midas touch turningthe viridiscent aureate,goldplating the opal moonand gilding sun in gold,the morns are sepia, dusks blonde. change and nostalgia are in the breeze,metamorphosis is the normfragrance is now aromatic,naivete now jaded and bittersweet. life also has seasonsautumn comes with middle-aged langourwhen lethargy replaces youth's vigourand yesterday's … Continue reading When Autumn Comes…
When August Met Me…
August was sultryas the summer breezehair reminiscent of aureate duskssun longs to dive into,voiceclear and lyrical asthe cascades running downcontours of ancient cliffsbuttered in moss, she wore marigoldssimpering in her raven manethough singed at their ochre fringes,eyes deep like indigo lakesshimmering in moonlit nights,we shared a gravid silencewhich brewed thunderstormsin its womb,and she hummed a … Continue reading When August Met Me…
Rain-Chimes~ My Poetry Blog 