quilled in vermilion
from fluidities of dawn’s palette,
in flaming words of verse
mute poetics of spring
reverberate in redolent syllables
to be read by lengthening shadows in
the faint glow of moonlight.
pentad of scarlet petals
basking in summer’s pouring tequila
slur in soft, obscure whispers,
its ambiguous dialogues
covering platters in colors
like the blush of juvenile dreams,
while its voiced lines
resemble alphabets drugged by cannabis
in the mirth of holi’s hues.
standing in filigree sunshine
like a poetry penned in scarlet verbiage,
it is devoid of typical verdant rustles adorning
crooned song’s of summer’s greens,
peppered on broken gravel trails
vagrant words of palash salt breeze
in scattered sighs of versatile russets,
as scented imaginings of a moody poet.
piety of a radiant bride in crimson~
her virgin desires and dreams
echoed in muted chime of silver anklets,
is reflected in the blazing palash
heralding advent of boisterous summers,
a parody of mango blossom’s gossips,
tangy slurps of lemonades
dreamed of by parched afternoons
and piquant pickles
flavored in intrigue of noon sun.
it is the moon’s introspections
spun into perfumed reds in silent nights
a versatile blend of
passion of hurling ocean tides
smeared in bleeding wounds of twilights
and psychedelia of singed moths
buzzing under jaundiced street lights,
scribed in ruby tinted words.
winking in sultry glare of sun,
their laughter splattered as claret
on visage of firefly-sequined balmy eventides,
these carmine flowers bloom bright
when nights brief as siestas lulled
by sips of red wine, blossom
into days long as the wait of a widow
for colors and happiness.
reminiscences of bland winters
cuddled in cafe noir aromas,
which are speckled in shadows of hearths
reflected over maple scented silences,
are reflected in a summer’s brooding solitude
when the furnace flames are reignited
on the skeletons of a palash tree’s limbs.