Nature’s Versatile Vignettes…


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.

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,
their exuberance under
the golden glow of sunbeams.

She is Moonlight



She is moonlight
of alabaster skin
and velvet footsteps
shod in tranquility
she ascends
the winding staircase of night
a sheen of dirty silver
concocted of ebon kohl
mingling with silver fingerprints
of self and asters
its walls studded
with starry constellations
born aeons ago
from seeds of Hera’s milk drops
stolen from suckling lips
of cherubic Hercules.

fumes of intoxicating breath
of nightjasmine just opening her
yet unfurled dormant petals
droop her silver eyelashes
with soporific aura
as perfume wreaths
itself through her nostrils
and as she ascendes
the lofty heavens on steps
of whimsical floating clouds
of mascara streaks
her gossamer, shimmering veil
like a cascade
of effervescent white wine
tasting of fresh sea salts
and sweet raspberries
spreads itself as a quilt
of cobwebby moonlight
over the face
of lethargic, drowsy earth.

her veil ripples
as sublime waves of champagne
their coronets of froth
dazzling as stardust tiaras
moths drunk on
its sweet drops of elixir
dance in frenzy
intoxicated by sparkling wine,

reflection of
a glimpse of snowy blizzard
from gaze of lunar eyes
cobweb of Morpheus
strewn with incandescent dreams
spun on loom of
the elusive woman on moon
an intricate reticulum
of strands of light
borrowed from ethereal flames
of indomitable hope
resembling refulgent bosom
of flowing bay under sunlight
this is the soothing moonlight.

a rhapsody of sheen
from faces of dewdrops
and rays of light seived
by prismatic profile of diamonds
with the eburnean echo
of amaranthine faith
transient smile of
sublime hursinghars
and cherry blossoms.

this is moonlight
a parody of unrealized desires
whithered hopes
with nascent dreams
and evanescent drops
of tears showered
as drizzle of benevolence
to mitigate ebon darkness
of the labyrinthine alleyes
draped in loneliness
and which enter
my boudoir to bathe me
in shower of canescent caresses…

Moon Speaks in Sparkling Syllables…


moon is a pallid sigh
lingering on
edges of cosmic quietude,
as a leftover crumb
from lunch table
of daylight’s chaos.

huddled shadows
gossip in eerie whispers,
beneath gossamer bed covers
of moonlight satin,
while wistful bay indulges
in fumbling, stuttering dream
of a crumpled moon.

a lonely maple
reaches high on tiptoe,
to try to pluck
harvest moon from
unfathomable depths of nights,
with leafless fingers
like prongs of a giant fork,
grasping at opportunities
as shooting stars.

hurling waves
crash against fang-like shores
as shattering hopes,
while a pearl moon
seeds oyster wombs in
reflections of secret fantasies
and echoing promiscuities.

moths flutter
their inadequacies
under a delinquent streetlight,
craving all the while
for elusive moon perched
high on a stagnant indigo moment,
cynical smile ridiculing
the moth’s illusions.

Poetry Breathes in Night’s Womb…


moonlight is white wine
scattering expletives of intoxication
in bipolar moods of night,
teetotaler stars frown indignation
as earth loses itself
in soporific slumber lulled
by mesmerizing lunar radiance.

poetry breathes stardust
into dejections of dying comet,
whispered metaphors sneak
through gaps underneath doors
which moonlight creeps in through
diluting maps of fluorescence
etched in darkness by
meandering fireflies of insomnia,
as I scribe brewing cognitions
on drowsy, unimaginative sheets
while the clock trudges along
crawling as a toddler
on reluctant hands of lethargy.

crisp browned toast autumn morns,
with a poached egg sun reclining
on white albumin of cloudy duvets,
aromatic with promises
of oven fresh cinnamon rolls,
lurk within eyes like reminiscences
of spring’s bluebonnet skies,
tapestried in citrus blossom sighs
as they patiently await
the elusive oblivion of sleep
while poems beg to be
voiced in scripted calligraphy.

elastic hours creep
through milestones punctuating sojourn
to the ughten lit by polaris,
while eerie shadows befriend sleeplessness
and novels are rifled by preoccupations,
scanning horizons for virgin wink
of a rising blonde sun,
seeking to rinse away drowsiness
with dew from leafy palms.

poetry exhales redolence
within the privacies of yellowed diaries,
nurtured by moodswings of indifferent sleep,
to be sprinkled as laughter
on morning faces of dewy roses,
to reverberate as rain-songs
of musical ripples on pavements
and waft in scented sighs of butterfly flutters…

Glimpses in Yellow…


Glimpses in Yellow








icteric glow of street light,
winks at jealous moon
hung high afar,
as enamored moths
dance in its radiance
assuming it to be moon,
forming chiaroscuro on
asphalted bosom
of winding gravel trails.

petals of
sublime frangipani,
are dappled in
a sunshine yellow
by nature’s paint brush,
as a summer firefly
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 dot pollens,
are cassanovas of spring
flirting with blooming flowers.

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

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

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