Café au lait moments…

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café au lait moments
frothy, bittersweet and creamy
flavored in variegated thoughts
peppered in sugar granules
blending with moody coffee spoonfuls

~are whispers of a carefree youth
when thoughts hopscotched
through redolent sunshine
and rain-song laced rainbows,

playing peek-a-boo through oriels
of intrigue and adventure,
casting dices in virgin oblivion
to challenge uncertain fate,

letting versicolor balloons
kiss austere and cornflower horizons
like myriads of potpourri emotions
scattering themselves–

their shades
painted o’er bland chiaroscuro
of mixed feeling existence
~a dusk frozen within
a bubble of time.

caffeine is
a calligraphy of hues,
it breathes fragrance in sinews
of a drab chequered verses
born of juvenile imaginations,
filling freshness
within drooping eyelids
of long, languid hours…

Vignettes on Amnesic Memories

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(i)
drinking sweet sips
after munched gooseberries
were swallowed by a tongue
addicted to raw and tangy desires,
while dew-kissed feet of childhood
pranced on velvety greens,
and childish fingers
gathered green sour sighs
peppered on grassy indifferences,
beneath benevolent boughs.

(ii)
arbitrarily scattered
wildflowers with fireflies aglow
seemingly in their pink, nectarine wombs,
were like fractured fragments
of a dialogue lost in ambiguities,
fringing drains and puddles
to effortlessly smear
tempest-tainted days in laughter~
they were picked in idle whimsy
to momentarily scent
innards of porcelain vases
too sophisticated to bask in
faint redolence of the commonplace
spawns of rustic weeds.

(iii)
memories were treasured
within scrap books in weird collages
composed of wrappers
snapshots, newspaper cut-outs
and old greeting cards,
glued in togetherness to enhance
the fading realms of reverie~
a quirk of adolescence
which now lies on dusty shelves
to be rifled by fingers of nostalgia.

(iv)
drinking hot coffee
on somnolent nights of winter
frostbitten at the edges,
when taunting, unread volumes
lay glaring on the study table
and pleading for
caffeine-induced insomnia
tired eyes tried to learn
lessons soon forgotten
in mandarin sunshine of days
which dawned with sinister threat
of examination looming.

(v)
eyes caressed visions
which mannequins preened in
within lighted shop windows,
like a stardust strewn fairytale
~elusive yet alluring,
mute sighs of desires too lofty
to be touched by earthbound realms
peppered blandness of naivete,
and a silence pregnant
with anticipations from the morrow
yet to emerge from
its chrysalis of oblivion,
and every lavish indulgence of today
is a reflection of
those wasted, serile sighs.

Memories of Blackberries…

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their sweet-sour, tangerine flavor,
still lingers on my tongue, no longer dyed
in eager gluttony of naiveté

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as eyes lost in infinite azure, read
thoughts perched as praying mantis
on foliage’s palms-
travelling trail of forgotten reminiscences.

reborn, with a look at shriveled arms,
of a dying sentinel, gnarled, twisted
standing as a frozen sigh,
pleading unto cerulean heavens

 

as half dried leaves taste autumn’s bane
in monsoon’s season, of rejuvenation
insipid blackberries are tasted by cicadas,
or left to stink in downpours.

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thoughts’ pastels paint sepia realms, of a memory,
of another tree laden with juicy blackberries,
whose flavor blended, in my lost childhood
blurring my eyes, at plight
for this unfamiliarly familiar tree…

jamun

 

 

 

Dreams of a Frozen Lake…

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frozen lake

the frozen lake
sleeps under candy-floss skies
of a shivering winter,
hibernating under sugary caresses
of wispy snowflakes,
while a lenient winter sun
is too busy munching on honeydews
to melt her reservations.

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she is sleeping beauty
lost in an eternal slumber awaiting
unconsciously for golden kiss
of a daffodil sun of springtime,
unaware of the mist curtains
which hang over her meditations,
and the feet which tread
over her frosted somnolence.

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frail colors of blanched winter
freckle her mirrored silences in smiles
like volatile rainbow sighs,
while she indulges in fluid dreams
of sun rays in aureate stilettos
waltzing over her dulcet ripples
as she preens in her versatile silks
like a poetry of blue-green syllables
echoing in crystal couplets.

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she dreams of balmy summer afternoons
kissed by palm fronds swaying
in breeze scented in mango blossoms,
while a canoe sails over sapphire realms
its rowing arms scattering
a saccharine music over the quiet,
and laughters splintering
like glass bangles on the oars.

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she has fragrant dreams,
reverberating with scents from meads
or tangerine melancholy
voiced in muted whispers of autumn,
as changing visage of seasons
is reflected in her altering moods,
and clad in iced silhouettes of winter
she reminiscences about the past.

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fantasies enshroud her siestas
she dreams of twilight’s colors smeared
over her turquoise crumples in
liquid flames of gold,purple,cerise,
like reiterations of a day’s introspections
of lotuses abloom in redolent pinks
and water hyacinths flowering in mauve
over her symphonies of fluid blue.

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she dreams of cavorting fishes,
caught in fish net preoccupations,
as simple folk songs of fishermen dissolve
their bliss in the tranquility of mute eventides,
of tiara nights entrenched in opal moon
and fireflies sprinkling nights in sparkles,
which are echoed on her satin ripples
while she holds a wrinkled moon in her palm,
as winter’s opacities engulf her sinews.

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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.

winter

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…

Remembering You Over Cappuccinos…

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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.

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cocoa giggles salted on mocha mirth,
treacle smiles lace fluid lips
mingling sugar in peppermint laughters,
shared sips like emblazoned kisses
exchanged on the brims of fragile china,
twin straws and huddled faces of togetherness
over iced cappuccinos in frothy coronas,
baked festivities of cookies
flavored in coffee are like crisp dawns
of winter emerging as scented butterflies
from the oblivion of chrysalis-night~
are now sepia tinted recollections.

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you are to me my morning coffee~
your scent rejuvenating my lethargies,
as blind fingers caressing
your latte-silk skin,
relearn hourglass contours as braille
our love story is camaraderie,
caffeine-scented laughters echoing warmth
a blend of passion and vitality
like simmering sips of mocaccinos
and today on this bland night
tasting like stale dredges
of yesterday’s leftover coffee,
I relive our long lost tale of love
gathering you in faded thoughts
like scooped withered molts of fall…

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