Dusk to Dawn…

amethyst skies at crepuscular hour are reflected on sapphire waters, as epistles of poetic calligraphy resonating with versatile hues, when the topaz sun is gobbled as mandarin morsel and periwinkle heights pantomime a giant chrysoberyl, of oxymoron shades soon blending into an obsidian night. the opal moon ailing with insomnia pours over ivory, printed volumes, …

Nature’s Versatile Vignettes…

gravid 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. whispers of snow peppered on wizened brow …

In Abstract Realms of Insomnia…

measuring incessant drool of an abstract hourglass and skittish flight of nimble steed-hands of clocks in muted gasps of gaping night's chasm, I dwell over realms of insomnia haunting lethargic eyelids cursed with eternal vigil. in ambiguities of nocturnal silences float echoes of soft rustles serenaded by garrulous foliage, in vague lexicon symbolic of crooned …

I am a changing dream…

I am chilled sigh of blazing hearths of january, scented in burnished whispers from incinerated maple-wood, and wafting warmth from bittersweet cups of frothy cappuccinos, my veil spun by ancient hills as translucent fogs, my realms bejeweled in frost~ never tasted by an anorexic, wizened sun. I am confusion of february a confluence of snowflake's …

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 …

Thoughts Brewed in my Kitchen

tea leaves bleed aromatic synonyms in water as it bubbles to fill piquant anticipations in gaze of lethargic, mist-draped winters, poured into chiseled transparencies, insinuating russet delights of sweet apple cider. cookie crumbles voicing soft innuendoes of honeyed pleasures, unheeded by a tongue rolling in hurriedly munched bites tinged in caffeinated sips as preoccupations enshroud …

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 …

A Rendezvous With Crescent Moon…

the moon is a silver sliver perched over lapels of blackberry nights, a brooch on nocturnal bosom like fragment of wilted dream lurking in vacuous ambiguities of night sky, a cloudy quilts cuddle it in soft cotton-wool realms, a flickering smile of the night seeking to dilute its morose overtones. we together shared a rendezvous …

Remembering You Over Cappuccinos…

on moonlit winter nights when absurdities of chilled raindrops tapper on corrugated rooftops, as insistent knuckles fraying the linen of flimsy silence, on bittersweet demitasse nights. cold shivers tapestry my trembling solitudes in goosebumps, snuggled within fleece quilts of piquant cappuccino aromas peppered in sugar granule memories, I indulge in your reminiscences. cocoa giggles salted …