Glimpses in Yellow…



icteric glow
of streetlight winks
at jealous moon
hung high and distant,
when enamored moths
dance in its radiance
assuming it to be moon,
forms a chiaroscuro on
asphalted bosom of
winding gravel trail.

frangipani in sunlight1

petals of frangipani
in sublime are dappled
a sunshine yellow
by nature’s paint brush,
as though a firefly
was casting its fluorescence
on snow-white corolla.


moths of vagrancy
humming serenades of love
in Vertumnus’ carnival,
with wings fringed in kohl
and splattered in
yellow polka dots are
Cassanovas of spring
flirting with blooming flowers.


sunflowers smiling
jubilantly in cascading tequila
of a summer day are
the eyes of unrequited love
gazing mesmerized at
their oblivious beloved,
wearing a corona
apparently of sun-flames
on their brown heads.


yellowed pages of
old, dogeared, moth-eaten diaries
with scribbles of age-old anecdotes
faded from fragile paper,
and with pressed rose petals
of some lingering memory,
are reverberations
from alleys of forgotten past
revived when pages are reread
after the passage of time.

yellow autumn

autumn in her pastels
of variegated shades has
many shades of color yellow,
speckling faces of leaves
once a garrulous verdure with
strokes of an array of yellows,
for in fall leaves seek
to masquerade as petals
with soft cinnamon scents.


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 tales of pirates,
lush silences of uninhabited isles
and cockiness of racing seahorses.

autumn is strewn in rustles
tinted in volatile golds and bronzes,
blazing torches of october
light the trail to a misty winter,
in its variegated pastels smiles poetry
sun-kissed yellows sigh potpourri metaphors
on the cheeks of autumn clouds,
verdant naiveté is burnt into browns
maturing as middle-aged anecdotes,
on rocking chair contemplation,
leaves become mottled sonnets
scribed from quill of fall
inked in mellow sunshine script.

summer waterfalls in silver-clad feet
skip down a geometric hillside~
poetry reverberates in a sweet fluidity,
sprinkling satiation over
parched realms of lemonade-lorn summers,
bare toes in cascading waters,
trailing down as snowflake’s tears
feel the placidity of monsoon-symphonies,
rippling over naked feet
and tickling soles of sensitivities,
it erases grime and sweat
to scribe lines of surreal poetry
on balmy afternoons of august.

butterflies on wings
like fragmented moments of twilights,
flutters to dissolve their echoes
into fragrant realms of zephyr,
like radiant lines of versatile verse
they are like dreams brocaded
on the loom of slumber,
poetry emerges like a collage
of cloth pieces, a patchwork of colors,
in the boudoir of spring
nectar from blooming hope pens
these poetic stanza punctuated in
periods of whimsical pollen,
hennaed over butterfly feet.