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.

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Stubborn~ An array of vignettes…

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adamant
it stands in thunderstorm
refusing to succumb
to temptation
of reclining under
dewy caresses of raindrops.

they shatter
into syllables of brine,
yet continue
to break themselves
against relentless igneous.

always
wanting its desire,
innocence
screeches in
stubborn disapproval…

Ode to An Old Man…

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wrinkles
are like orange peels
sun-kissed by summer skies,
with poetry
of life’s experiences,
oxymoron moods~

scribbled within
these fine streaks
quilled by age
on visage of existence.

wearing
them on skin
once unblemished,
complimenting snow of hair
dusted on tresses
like stardust,

your myopic eyes
yet curious and innocent
bracketed in crow feet,
laughter etched
under your lips in lines,
like anecdotes of bliss.

you are
reflection of
those morrows yet to come,
when peering through
glasses perched on nose
I would indulge
in armchair escapades
in catacombs of reverie.

Nature’s Personifications…

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She sits on her haunches
eagerly peering into versatile bay silences
unaware of homecoming delights
of nestlings within rustling leafage,
impatient for constellations to be
sequined on indigo,
while her variegated thoughts
transiently splash themselves
like modern art watercolors on
darkening scowl of azure
and a mandarin sun
leaves its laughter scattered in
evanescing citrus photons
on the visage of marmalade clouds
somewhere a cricket sings
in careless asynchrony of juvenile zest~
she is twilight.

She leaves handprints emblazoned
on cornflower mildness of morn–
resembling lotuses abloom on the sleepy lake,
her smiles are scented in
mysteries of night jasmine’s rendezvous
with the fading moon
and gaucheness of virgin tea-leaves
yet to unfurl chartreuse realms,
she fingerpaints stars on bosoms
of rivers enceinte with restlessness:
despite a deceptive serenity,
fondling drowsy heads of drooping flowers
to awaken them yawning redolently,
while a rooster crows its aubade~
she is dawn.

She brandishes her spatula
in a potpourri of piquant aromas
emanating from her kitchen,
she is a whimsical painter
splashing fiery shades on
fluttering bosoms
of commonplace verdure,
with a topaz moon in her palms,
she softly serenades
the angst of boughs
denuded and silenced
while indifferent sidewalks
preen clad in fireflame verses~
she is autumn.

She has songs
brewing like bleeding tea leaves
within a romantic soul,
with fragrances nurtured
in variegated bowers in her embrace,
she brocades rainbows
on fertile expectations of soil
using an imagination
borrowed from vagrant clouds,
as an innocent voyeur
she witnesses the moon flirting
with shy oysters
hidden within brine turbulences,
she is spring.

She is the exuberance
of a waterfall descending on
silver stilletoes echoing musical notes
on slick mosses of pebbles,
her citrus breath
reminiscent of lemon blossoms
fills freshness in
nostrils of aureate morns,
her oxymoron moods
splatter themselves in
molten kaleidoscopes on
balmy epilogues of daylight
while a cricket strums
evensongs in summer breeze~
she is summer.

She wears her mixed feelings
as the salt and pepper in her hair,
she is the meditation
of snowclad pines on shivering morns,
the lukewarm caress of middle-aged sun
forming chiaroscuros at noon
under the boughs of gulmohur,
the aroma of roasted marshmallows
and foamy cappuccinos,
she is translucence on window-panes
shimmering in sunlight,
with the distant memory
of innocent fingers doodling
thoughts on sighs of boreas,
she is a prismatic snowflake
peppering pragmatic trails,
in chiseled rainbow sonnets~
she is winter.

She showers
liquid benediction on arid earth,
converting puddles into musical chimes,
on grey celestial canvas
her desires blossom in transient vibgyor,
she is nature’s symphony
born on rustling foliage keys,
the ecstasy of a dancing peacock
fanning a turquoise brocade
in the moistness of tissue-paper days,
she is nectar of rejuvenation
breathing life into sinews
of the blistered and withered~
she is monsoon.

Fragments of Allure

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tiny feet
leaving mud prints
on marble-steps
of worship,

withered
rose petals peppered
on wet soil,

hennaed palms
imprint auspicious hopes,
on walls
of warm welcome,

extolling
mellifluous sounds
of temple bells
tattering
pious silence
of vermilion dawn.

whispers
of falling snow,
blending with citrus aroma
of mandarin winter morns,
and fresh breath
of pine needles.

spun
on barren loom
of autumn’s apostles,
honeydew moonlight
caresses
sleeping bay
in rippling ambiance.

singed
marigolds in July,
forlorn faces
of bygone spring
~a potpourri verse
of nature.

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.

Meaningless

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With years having peeled off
the trunk of existence
like scaling bark of eucalyptuses,
revealing ditch-water realities
beneath silver veneer of invulnerability~
naivete of the juvenile,
myopic fading eyes
find vision along with crow-feet
to acknowledge difference
between shimmering mirages on asphalted lies
and lilting laughter of
a brook benevolently quenching thirst.

Sandpaper mornings
seek to polish tarnished smiles
pasted on visages of insomnia,
as reminiscing hot delicacies from a table
long sold, I gulp down coffee
for both agility and anorexia,
while an angelic smile of innocence
embellishes my drab day in sequins of delight
to fill the emptiness within
with nectarine hope.

Follies of a careless youth
haunt tired days seeking reprieve,
trying to cram insides of racing moments
with activity, I search for oblivion,
for fulfillment in an insipid life~
singed , shriveled and battered.

Once where fluorescent dreams floated,
now umbras of pain fleet,
casting eerie silhouettes on days~
the clock beckons
me an automaton
bleached by circumstances
of hues, aroma and intrigue~
integral for living–as I keep existing
for yet another day
— a meaningless phrase
yet to be erased…