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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Nature’s Versatile Vignettes…

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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.

Snippets of Life…

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haywire thoughts
are leaking fountain pens
spilling indigo selves
o’er carefree bosom
of azure cornflower skies,
to paint a nocturne
strewn in starlit whimsy.

oft the clouds
stealing meads’ hues,
drenched in versatile shades
with many a tale hidden
in their vagrant stride,
are my poetic muse.

crayons streak
a sunset on virgin white,
filling imagination
into sinews
of shriveling poetry.

kohl stains
untouched, unsuspecting blues,
of a Renoir sky,
periwinkles bloom
on horizons
as daylight tip-toes away
leaving chiaroscuros
etched on nascent night.

frosted cheeks
of wizened wrinkled winter,
glaze honeydew morns
in sepia tones
of caramelized sugar,
somewhere a cappuccino
breathes exotic whispers
of frothy dreams.

silent skies
are scattered in avian verbiage
while lotuses slumber
on sun-kissed ripples,
tall eucalyptuses
paint tall tales in fading light.

Enamored by Twilights…

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I love sunsets
with their bittersweet moods,
orchestra of birds’ homecoming,
and cicadas symphonies,

the colors splashed on
skirts of azure, bodice of clouds,
like a palette of colors
carelessly overturned on skies,

the golden cookie
baked a burnished shade
seen being swallowed by
gluttonous tides of cerulean,

leaving a sigh of molten acrylics
frozen on cheeks of blue,
and silhouettes to drape
the vanishing daylight.

dusk brings with it
a moment of tranquil reverie,
of contemplation in quietude
besides sepia flashbacks
from winding alleys of memory,

and within palm of solitude
I recall the crook of your arm wherein
I rested oft at twilight hour,
our silences speaking louder than words
in eloquent quiet we sat
cuddled together seeing another day
die leaving shimmering stars.

Stories of Crepuscule…

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when the day
that began as a yawn
of radiant vermilion,
finds an epilogue
in drawn curtains of
gossamer shades,
that drape the azure
in graffiti splayed clouds,
twilight is born.

with it enfold tales
in nature’s boulevard,
brocaded in sounds
colors and smells,
the glowworms samba,
songs of crickets,
avian cacophony
of returning birds,
rise of an early bird star,
the slow peppering
of sparkling dew
and the buzz of moths
beneath street lamps.

also commence stories
of lovers watching
sun set beneath tides,
while cerulean sonata
continues unabated,
of little children
playing with fireflies,
of beginning of
unfurling of night jasmines,
and of aroma of brewing tea
floating from kitchens…

Doves on Temple Footsteps…

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chiaroscuros of orange fluidities
splashed in abstract echoes
of whispered psalms of devotion
on marble pedestals of temples’ piety
scented in harsingar’s hymns,
add radiance to extinguishing twilights
like dying sighs of saffron cinders
peppered in soft subtleties over
chilled moments strewn in vague umbras.

on volatile crepuscules
like molten emotions of infinite skies,
scattered with crumpled-thought clouds
as waste paper on concrete,
sublime doves grunt and grumble
in syllables of puzzling ambiguities,
as pink beaks peck at
discovered grains of sustenance,
complaining at human meanness
which forgets the hunger of others
while satiating its own greed.

they hopscotch on sun-singed grass
and flutter wings in brief haiku flights,
sprinkling their rage on dusk
like bread crumbs on face of existence,
as a glutton night swallows
the yolk sun in a large mouthful,
I sit on the deserted temple steps
watching pigeons redefine poetry in motion
and scatter palms full of rice grains for
these feisty creatures to savor in delight
and their softly cooed thanks
enhances the sweetness of
the ringing chimes of temple bells…

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