She is Zephyr…

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she is
wreathed in fragrance
gathered from
boudoir of flowers,

invisible and elusive
garlands of strung scents
compose realms in
rainbow-crocheted meads,

when virgin sighs
of awakening daffodils
with gold-dust wombs
herald colorful spring.

pink-white whispers
of cherry tree,
pepper silence of mornings
~citrus-lorn and clutching
to lingering sliver
of lunar promises
fading on face of azalea skies.

she finds her whimsy
in moods of sakura blossoms,
her laughter reminiscent
of sunflowers and plumeria,
her sensuous dreams
abound in breath of roses.

painting evensongs
with nectar of violets
wisterias and stoic amaranths,
she adorns nights
in sequins of night jasmine,
and pollens of dahlias.

she is the dream
of lotuses daydreaming over
lake’s indifferent embrace,
exuberance of marigolds
in balmy summer’s veranda,

she is
emblazoned essence
of poppies on aurora-sky,
ambiance and prosperity
blooming like hibiscuses
~footprints on marble-steps
of worship.

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.

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.

Stilettos of Nature…

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rain is a style diva
her feet clad in sparkling stilettos
chiseled in snowflakes’ glitters
as she matches her elegant gait
to rippling rhapsodies
etched by her feet on verdure,

she is a cinderalla,
wearing glass slippers
waltzing over fluidities
of cloud-crooned songs, as she searches
for her lost prince charming
beyond variegated rainbow-thresholds.

cascade is a juvenile lass
prancing in her new silver pumps down
mossy geometrics of hillsides,
her footsteps fall on grey stones

as fingers playing over
the mixed feelings of piano keys,
to give birth to nascent melodies
which lull dark woods into slumber,
while a voyeur sun gazes mesmerized.

feet of aureate dawn are
like treading softness of nostalgia,
emblazoned on landscapes and skies
in pastel-footprints,
her scarlet sandals of velvet dreams
falling in scented whispers on lifelines

petals of many red flowers
are stitched together to adorn her feet,
the vermilion tint of limbs
painted in festivities making
sensitivities of stoic heavens blush,
and powder mountains in gold dust
as she heralds another saga of daylight.

Amber Moon of Solstice

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like amber droplet
of honey on bosom of
celestial infinity,
glistening like aureate orb
in ebony vacuum.

tainted as tangerine
visage of autumn,
by fingers of earth shielding
cascading sublime gold
from the chalice of Sol.

shimmering pearl,
wept by Nyx in silence,
to glow softly on
sable velvet brocaded
in photon strewn sequins.

lingering fragment of
watery smile of Hespera
from the molten twilight’s aisle
stolen by palms of creeping
shadows of sombre night.

a round topaz
aglow on heavenly heights,
its inherent platinum sheen
erased by umbra of Gaia,
while sun fails to
donate its dower of light,
in this chilly solstice
of elastic darkness…

Tree’s Reminiscences…

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

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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.

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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.

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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…

Golden Morning Unfolds…

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the sun
with his golden mane
braided into pigtails by fingers
of ambidextrous night breeze
unbraids his hair,
unraveling the secrets of
its dreams in colors on
the faces of floating clouds
at versicolor dawn.

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babbling brook’s mouth
is filled with treacle dribbling from
fingertips of sunshine,
while sleepy stars form
a bodice for her rippling form,
while a beaming sun
looks on really mesmerized.

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beauty of aurora is
brocaded by sighs of flowers
gently arisen by
fondling caress of sun-rays,
while night jasmines wither
like alms falling from
myriad palms of beggar tree.

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cacophony of
early rising swallows echoes
to badger dozing eucalyptuses,
while rooster, boasting
a hibiscus-crown,crows
awakening drooping sleepyheads
of snow-white lilies.

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sunflower believes
empty promises of ever and after,
made by benign morning sun,
gently licking away dewy tears
of departed night,
only to be baffled by
his changing moods when
it frowns belligerently at noon…

Floral Musings…

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golden buttercups,
in sunshine-spun pinafores,
shiver in the cool breeze
while lukewarm treacle trickles
down azure canopy
polka-dotted in vagrant clouds
with storms brewing
within cotton-wool wombs,
and butterflies preen
in aureate embrace of
the redolent daylight.

dandelions are songs sung
by earth’s fertility, scattering
fragrant syllables over
silent chords of wind’s violin,
to spread as notes of spring’s allure
while bonny cotton-faces
sway to the rhythm of
this ethereal rhapsody echoing
in muted couplets of delight,
unaware and un-envious of
the prettier taffeta of others
abloom in spring’s boudoir.

zinnias in variegated skirts
blooming in versicolor bower-ribbons
pantomime as rainbow strands
brocaded over soil’s bosom,
enchanting butterflies on wings
painted as evensongs of dusk
and moths crooning softly
while honeybees buzz
with nectarine anticipation,
unaware that the breath
of these multi-shaded blossoms
was not ethereal as hues promised
~they are like femme fatale
without inherent love in dark souls.

myriad colored wildflowers
blooming amid the straggling weed
under virtually opaque veneer
of anonymity and obscurity,
smile beneath the cascading photons
simpering with pleasure
as a group of country-maids,
their beauty unadulterated as
the bliss at being alive
sighs faint nuances of sweetness
reverberating in zephyr
as eulogies to spring’s beauty.

perfumed laughter of lilacs
blooming in honeydew sunshine
as remnants of the scrolls of crepuscule,
abloom in bowers of desire,
echo in colorful fragments to
together compose lullabies and aubades
for both nightfall and dawn
always cradled in verdant flutters
as spring’s fragrant children
eager to lave in dewdrops and
bask in pouring sunshine…

 

 

Tangerine Trail of Fall…

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mandarin sun
hanging lusciously on azure,
on a citrus morning
pours honeyed photons
on earth’s variegated platter,

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while on a serpentine trail
covered in orange molts
of denuded terrestrial giants,
breeze indulges in
aromatic feast of
cinnamon rolls.

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the once verdant leafage
has been gilded in gold,
by whimsical brush of nature
as on this dust trail
they fallen from lofty perches
of garrulous flutter~

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pantomime as petals
withered from
embrace of a gulmohur–
reviving those days
of early summer scented
in breath of mango blossoms.

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every orange leaf
forming part of fall’s carnival,
whispers soft secrets
in nutmeg syllables
into ears of indifferent breeze–

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about lazy moon
who plays truant at midnight
to fall asleep on branches of oak,
the fireflies who
call themselves stars of earth,
about cricket’s weird strains
which it compared to the cuckoo’s,
of the nightingale’s love
for the hursinghar.

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as I walked one autumn morn
treading softly over dewy leaves,
along this orange trail,
leaves withered and burnished,
apparently sang lullabies
to me just as in spring time–
but somehow the voice
seemed but an echo of yesterday…

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Epistles Scribbled in Tea Leaves Aromas…

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a caffeine addicted dewy morn
sniffs at faint aroma
exhaled by simmering tea leaves
in a lecherously whistling teapot,
her eyes closed against
misty lipstick dreams,
arms stretched in coral embrace,
a stale yawn like
dredges of last night’s coffee,
tasting bitter within chapped lips.

scribbling ambiguities
on sublime parchments of thoughts,
like crayons doodling
wavelengths on cloudy opalescence
at frangipani dawns,
I scribe epistles addressed in
envelopes of anonymity,
about swirling concentric feelings~
as liquid colors bled in
brewing saucepans in cinnamon golds.

writing out pent up, pregnant silences
into hopscotch calligraphy
of alphabets, I unload my grievances,
unanswered questions, snippets of intuition
and confusions on frailties
of translucent paper,
concocting myriad scribbles scented
in citrus droplets, crushed ginger
and blended spices~
bay leaf,cardamom and cinnamon,
syllables of potpourri autumn,
reminiscent of tea gardens
who mutely witnessed my cerebrations.

relating memories garnered
down life’s bittersweet odyssey,
peeping from within ancient diaries
and forgotten sepia snapshots,
incidents favoring blandness
of routine existence,
facts learnt and fiction savored
in cognitive jigsaws,
I pen myself on sterile blankness
breathing fertility like
flowing waters of rippling rivers.

warming frostbitten sensibilities,
like frozen fingertips
revived by hot, russet lemon tea sips,
flavored in honeyed sun rays,
I pour myself on crumpled sheets
with ink of insomniac nights,
while sinuous steam stains
the clarity of crystal moonbeams
in grayish wafts of aroma
and my poetry is tapestried
in syllables on pothole faces,
as monsoon which crooned lullabies
and aubades for my childhood…