Conversations…(Vignettes)

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(i)
night jasmines
born when twilight sun
seeds the womb of rising moon,
wither at dawn and
murmur to the sun in
fragrant syllables of reverence
as from child to father,
eagerly smiling to feel
fondling touch of sun-rays.

(ii)
the rolling tides,
rising and ebbing caress
and kiss the relentless rock,
smothering it with kisses of brine,
making the sea shell say,
‘love blossoms within me
as opalescent pearl,
while this unmoved rock
will turn to sand with time’

(iii)
the cherry blossoms
wither and fall quilting earth
with a shawl of pink,
and whisper to the sunflower,
‘ stop being an ardent sundial,
and enjoy the beauties around before
treacherously transient time
passes away’…

(iv)
fireflies meandering
the obscure alleys of night,
boasts to the dancing moths,
‘I am my own lantern,
while you worship with frenzy
the light of another,
only to die within
ambiguity of night’s umbras.’

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Celestial Dialogue over Espressos

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insomniac stars sit
over sailing settees of clouds
sipping fuming espressos
in fragilities of porcelain
gossiping about trifles on
their nocturnal vigil.

comets volley over
fluidities of gaping silences,
a loner moon indulges
in introspections as it sprinkles
vermouth on surreal slumbers,
while planets orbiting
on premeditated paths spin
dreams with stardust sparkles.

the garrulous stars are
in conference scheduled till ughten,
when preparations begin
for the arrival of sun’s chariot,
they talk about moody moon
its waxing and waning temperament
and changing character
with seasonal metamorphosis,

they discuss intuition of shooting stars
their predilection for prophesies,
and predicting future’s uncertainties
at times wishing upon them
for a cloudy night of relaxation,
stars talk about planetary motion
and its influence on human existence
how their gait can alter
the stride of whimsical time.

sipping espressos to ward
off both chill and allure of sleep,
they chat about confused moths
who orbit streetlights
while lovelorn for distant moon,
and about oysters seeded
by moonlight in opalescence,
grumbling at the cheat fireflies
who try to imitate starry radiance.