Summer’s Mischief

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, …

Poetic Glimpses in Nature…

dirty blue tides crashing against sands of a relentless shore, with pink, empty sea-shells and conchs enceinte with dulcet notes grasped within platinum fists, are like hurling, burgeoning poetry within which thoughts seek to dive and explore in cerulean depths, discovering angst of bleeding dusks and their lavender scrolls, muted songs of cavorting dolphins, exotic …

Floral Musings…

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksUY8owZyBs   golden buttercups, in sunshine-spun pinafores, shiver in the cool breeze while lukewarm treacle trickles down azure canopy polka-dotted in vagrant clouds with storms brewing within cotton-wool wombs, and butterflies preen in aureate embrace of the redolent daylight. dandelions are songs sung by earth's fertility, scattering fragrant syllables over silent chords of …

Love Story of Butterfly and Rose

 the butterflyof diaphanous wings,her taffeta splashed invariegated graffiti,is queen of spring's meadsas she fluttered on whimsical wings tosojourn blooming bowers,basking in honeyed sunshineand flirting with mothsvagrantly singing eulogiesto the lilies and orchids.for its brocaded wingsit paid the price of its chrysalisits much cherished alcove,and now on the petalsof myriad fragrant flowersit is transiently cradled beforelured away …

A Glissando Metamorphosis

(i)mating momentsof kaleidoscopic quivers,in pheromone-crazed clock ticks,in winter's frostbitten minutes or spring's scented gasps,glue eggs on verdure~new life takes birth.(ii)centipede-like gluttony,crawls as vermiform creature,nibbling foliage rustles,while memories and regrets moult in cuticles, dreams abound in stained-glass wings and redolent zephyr-trysts.(iii)days are somnolent under leafage, hibernating in obscurity of chrysalis,miniature wings forgotten astime stands stilllike toppled hourglass,with pocketfuls of nascent moments .(iv)drying gossamer wingsin …