Autumn Exuberance


kissing and tickling
footsteps of departing summer,

burnished foliage
~cinnamon confetti
tinted in red, yellow and orange

showered on solitude
of dust trails fringed
in dead grass,

flies vagrant like syllables
of a half-forgotten love-song~

lingering on crutches
of fake confabulations.

are moods of verdure,

stained by life’s versatile experiences
in graffiti hues born
from pastels of oxymoron autumn,

streaked on juvenile flutters
yester-years tempered
in the cauldrons of dead past

one last sigh
of exuberance born
from nature

before widowed and wizened
she wraps herself~

in geriatric shivers and
frostbitten mists
of armchair nostalgia…


Tree’s Reminiscences…


autumn tree1

in its grasp of memory
trees in honeyed cloak
of tangerine fall, hold
evanescent moments
from drooling
mouth of hourglass.


potpourri of spring
linger as faint aroma within,
nostrils of reminiscences,
from blossom’s sighs,
winks of dewy rosebuds,
while colors from meadows
and butterflies are a collage on
canvas of memories,
cool as tender caress of zephyr.


cocktailed scents
and tastes summer’s fruits
ripened on boughs of bounty,
scarlet apples and golden mangoes
leave fingerprints smudged
over face of remembrances,
with buzz of honey bees,
oxymoron monsoon showers
and crickets serenades–
quixotic rhapsody echoing
from summer’ sweltering alleys.


sublime confetti
of january, covered in misty veils,
howls of boreas,
and songs of amnesic nightingale
singing on threshold of snow,
rare winter drizzle,
goodbye sound of migrating birds,
are memories of winter,
tree recollects as autumn
denudes its foliage of rustles
after dream of a second spring
are scattered in Notus’s hands…

lyrics scribbled on dried leaves…



lattices of interlacing veins
etched on bosom of fluttering leaves
are orphaned from reluctant boughs,
by an infringing, cruel autumn.

fractured swansong of fall
reverberates in potpourri breeze
in broken lyrics,
barely legible on mottled leaves,
as faded manuscripts~
steepled in transience
of whimsical shades of dusk.

versatile are
the songs of foliage,
crooning lullabies to the moon–
indifferent and preoccupied,
singing aubades to sunflowers
~simpering in virgin sunlight,
the lucidity of their notes
lost in ambiguous rustles
born of winds playing on them
melodies like on piano keys.

burnished by relentless sunrays
leaves are scribed in honeydew poetry,
and even the withered yellows
fluttering in cinnamon draft,
softly voice their elusive verses
garnered from oxymoron nature…