Dusk to Dawn…

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amethyst skies
at crepuscular hour
are reflected on sapphire waters,
as epistles of poetic calligraphy
resonating with versatile hues,

when the topaz sun
is gobbled as mandarin morsel
and periwinkle heights
pantomime a giant chrysoberyl,
of oxymoron shades
soon blending into
an obsidian night.

the opal moon
ailing with insomnia pours over
ivory, printed volumes,
in long hours of silent onyx night,
and the diamond stars
effulgent above peer at the lovers
painting rainbow dreams
within molasses of eyelashes.

budding chartreuse whispers
kiss fringes of
a blossoming tourmaline dawn,
the sky like an armful of scented orchids
with a silver lunar sliver
on the distant aquamarine,
like a half forgotten love song
lingering on edge of reverie.

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Summer’s Mischief

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Summer is a juvenile boy,
hopscotching with pebbles
on afternoons strewn in
quixotic cricket’s rhapsodies,
and butterflies fluttering
salsa delights,

He scatters and gathers
moments like sparkling marbles,
winking in honeyed sunshine~
wearing a hat pinned in sunflowers
he guffaws his laughter
to flower into mustard blossoms.

On hibiscus-tinted dawns~
scented in mango blossom verses,
he sequins delphinium bays
in constellations,
spilling his moody eructations
on azure clarities
to crayon vibrant dusks.

he offers naive faith
in night jasmine filled palms,
tolling bells of worship
on temple steps of tranquility,
fingerpainting rainbows
on kohl streaked blues,
he discovers flavor of first love
on adolescent tongue,
in peppered kisses of tempest.

playing peek-a-boo
with chameleon silhouettes,
he scribbles his secrets on clouds,
with the moon his ball
he aims to taint the night
in mud-stained shots…

Nature’s Versatile Vignettes…

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gravid
a slate-grey sky
frowning its wrath
amid tantrum throwing clouds,
showers blessings
of fluid poetry,

night dissolves
in its own pessimism,
leaving the moon forlorn
to blend in tequila sunshine
like ice-cream scoop
on mango jelly,
and orphaned stars
are adopted by benevolent bay
abounding in constellations.

whispers
of snow peppered
on wizened brow of winter,
echo in eerie night
moon shivers
and wraps itself
in warmth of muffler clouds
and stars hide
beneath the quilt of mist.

purple orchids
are syllables of evensongs,
reverberating
their exuberance under
the golden glow of sunbeams.

Medley ~Versatile thoughts in Vignettes

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love letters
scribbled by fingertips
of winter sunshine,
on burnished epistles
of autumn
in wilted November,

float
whispering
in cinnamon syllables,
a fragrant tale of love
nascent yet withered
from boughs
of vibrant imagery.

dredges
of stale cappuccino
in paper-cup preoccupations,
remind of conversations
in moonlight
between the starstruck.

proclivities
of a precocious dawn
are painted in medley of hues
as reiterated colors
on azure canvas at gloaming.

cobblestone sores
are pitchers of pouring rain,
rippling with
rhapsodies born in
tempest’s tenebrosities
and oft crooned
by wet, rustling foliage.

croissants are
like moments of love
shared in togetherness
lingering sweetly
on tongue of reverie.

Ode to Cerulean Tides…

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they
are relentless,
tireless and adamant,
defining
perseverance on
chiseled contours
of igneous,

apostles of brine
shattered
against indifference
~ brine of tortured emotions
born of harsh adversities.

cerulean tides
resonate with life’s strain
echoing eternally across eons,
seagulls breech
quietude of the sea shore
with cacophony
blending in waves’ strain.

a glutton ocean swallows
golden morsel of a versatile sun,
while trickling hues of crepuscule
are reflected on
sea’s visage of turmoil~
finger-painted
by receding evening light.

within aquamarine depths
mysteries hide and sagas breathe,
seahorses and oysters sail,
remnants of some ship
dilapidated in a seastorm,
mermaids n’ sirens
add fantasy
to realms of pragmatic.

peppered
on aureate sands ashore,
fragments of seawaves
drench and break
fragile castles of sand,
scattering seashells n’ conches~

like broken pieces
of a giant, pretty doll
lying on the quiet beach
as phrases
of nature’s poetry eager
to be wreathed into verse.

Nature’s Personifications…

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She sits on her haunches
eagerly peering into versatile bay silences
unaware of homecoming delights
of nestlings within rustling leafage,
impatient for constellations to be
sequined on indigo,
while her variegated thoughts
transiently splash themselves
like modern art watercolors on
darkening scowl of azure
and a mandarin sun
leaves its laughter scattered in
evanescing citrus photons
on the visage of marmalade clouds
somewhere a cricket sings
in careless asynchrony of juvenile zest~
she is twilight.

She leaves handprints emblazoned
on cornflower mildness of morn–
resembling lotuses abloom on the sleepy lake,
her smiles are scented in
mysteries of night jasmine’s rendezvous
with the fading moon
and gaucheness of virgin tea-leaves
yet to unfurl chartreuse realms,
she fingerpaints stars on bosoms
of rivers enceinte with restlessness:
despite a deceptive serenity,
fondling drowsy heads of drooping flowers
to awaken them yawning redolently,
while a rooster crows its aubade~
she is dawn.

She brandishes her spatula
in a potpourri of piquant aromas
emanating from her kitchen,
she is a whimsical painter
splashing fiery shades on
fluttering bosoms
of commonplace verdure,
with a topaz moon in her palms,
she softly serenades
the angst of boughs
denuded and silenced
while indifferent sidewalks
preen clad in fireflame verses~
she is autumn.

She has songs
brewing like bleeding tea leaves
within a romantic soul,
with fragrances nurtured
in variegated bowers in her embrace,
she brocades rainbows
on fertile expectations of soil
using an imagination
borrowed from vagrant clouds,
as an innocent voyeur
she witnesses the moon flirting
with shy oysters
hidden within brine turbulences,
she is spring.

She is the exuberance
of a waterfall descending on
silver stilletoes echoing musical notes
on slick mosses of pebbles,
her citrus breath
reminiscent of lemon blossoms
fills freshness in
nostrils of aureate morns,
her oxymoron moods
splatter themselves in
molten kaleidoscopes on
balmy epilogues of daylight
while a cricket strums
evensongs in summer breeze~
she is summer.

She wears her mixed feelings
as the salt and pepper in her hair,
she is the meditation
of snowclad pines on shivering morns,
the lukewarm caress of middle-aged sun
forming chiaroscuros at noon
under the boughs of gulmohur,
the aroma of roasted marshmallows
and foamy cappuccinos,
she is translucence on window-panes
shimmering in sunlight,
with the distant memory
of innocent fingers doodling
thoughts on sighs of boreas,
she is a prismatic snowflake
peppering pragmatic trails,
in chiseled rainbow sonnets~
she is winter.

She showers
liquid benediction on arid earth,
converting puddles into musical chimes,
on grey celestial canvas
her desires blossom in transient vibgyor,
she is nature’s symphony
born on rustling foliage keys,
the ecstasy of a dancing peacock
fanning a turquoise brocade
in the moistness of tissue-paper days,
she is nectar of rejuvenation
breathing life into sinews
of the blistered and withered~
she is monsoon.

Golden Morning Unfolds…

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golden morn

the sun
with his golden mane
braided into pigtails by fingers
of ambidextrous night breeze
unbraids his hair,
unraveling the secrets of
its dreams in colors on
the faces of floating clouds
at versicolor dawn.

shimmering bay

babbling brook’s mouth
is filled with treacle dribbling from
fingertips of sunshine,
while sleepy stars form
a bodice for her rippling form,
while a beaming sun
looks on really mesmerized.

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beauty of aurora is
brocaded by sighs of flowers
gently arisen by
fondling caress of sun-rays,
while night jasmines wither
like alms falling from
myriad palms of beggar tree.

rooster

cacophony of
early rising swallows echoes
to badger dozing eucalyptuses,
while rooster, boasting
a hibiscus-crown,crows
awakening drooping sleepyheads
of snow-white lilies.

sunflowers

sunflower believes
empty promises of ever and after,
made by benign morning sun,
gently licking away dewy tears
of departed night,
only to be baffled by
his changing moods when
it frowns belligerently at noon…