Summer’s Mischief

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Summer is a juvenile boy,
hopscotching with pebbles
on afternoons strewn in
quixotic cricket’s rhapsodies,
and butterflies fluttering
salsa delights,

He scatters and gathers
moments like sparkling marbles,
winking in honeyed sunshine~
wearing a hat pinned in sunflowers
he guffaws his laughter
to flower into mustard blossoms.

On hibiscus-tinted dawns~
scented in mango blossom verses,
he sequins delphinium bays
in constellations,
spilling his moody eructations
on azure clarities
to crayon vibrant dusks.

he offers naive faith
in night jasmine filled palms,
tolling bells of worship
on temple steps of tranquility,
fingerpainting rainbows
on kohl streaked blues,
he discovers flavor of first love
on adolescent tongue,
in peppered kisses of tempest.

playing peek-a-boo
with chameleon silhouettes,
he scribbles his secrets on clouds,
with the moon his ball
he aims to taint the night
in mud-stained shots…

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.

SEASONS…

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SPRING
She is aureate smile of daffodil
as it awakens from winter-lorn siesta
on a crisp peppermint morn
after apparently scores of dawns,
draped in misted confusions.

The soft lilting rhapsody
of a skylark as it senses fragrance
in flowing realms of zephyr
and sings to welcome floral delights.

She is lingering sigh of sakura
which blossom in redolent brevity
~ haiku penned by nature’s quill
on to be mouthed and scattered
in scented syllables
by a vociferous breeze.

Drizzling symphony of clouds
seeking to pepper petal-cheeks in gems-
as perfumed boudoir of Zephyrus,
enamors their vagrant souls.

SUMMER

Her laughter echoes in rippling gait
of cascading mountain brooks,
which flow down chiseled verdure
when a belligerent sun frowns.

She is infatuation
of a love-struck sunflower,
reiterating celestial path of Helios
with entranced gaze of one hypnotized.

She is fragrance of mango blossoms
which herald anticipations
of luscious, golden delights
soon to ripen on boughs of desire.

She is the elusive mirage
fleetingly cheating visions
on asphalted paths,
when light plays conjurer
on some harsh, perspiring noon.

AUTUMN

She is auburn whisper of nostalgia
withering from bony fingers
of geriatric mendicancy,
echoing on dusty trails
in cinnamon-scented ambiguity.

She is placid grin carved
on juicy melons of reality,
to concoct dancing shadows on
stark lamps of veracity.

She is the swiftness of squirrels
eagerly hoarding nuts,
only to be forgotten restart
another xylem-phloem equation,
while golden wheat-dreams rippen.

She is the mandarin moon
seen perched on nude branches,
delighting in the vista
of enceinte fields afore harvest.

WINTER

She is the sepia morning,
apparently bleached of flavors and hues,
awakening lethargically to
steaming lure of caffeine~
seen through frosted panes
fingerprinted by wind’s shivers.

She is warmth of blazing hearth
and blankets coaxing agility to laze,
on afternoons veiled in fog
while nostrils delight in scents
of roasted peanuts and brewed hot cocoa.

She the flavor of green peas
shelled in bowls like moments of leisure,
the aroma of greens permeating from
a kitchen’s larder of allure.

She is the forbidden pleasure
of ice-creams savored in the chill
when snowflakes cover foliage rustles
like children after pillow tussles,
and fingers are numbly beg for sunshine.

Reflections of Winter Sun…

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wizened winter sun
is like a faint smile
on a face wreathed in wrinkles,
as it gazes with eyes
reminiscing sepia yesteryears,
its rays on snow-salted pine tops,
like golden honey trickling down
icy contours of popsicles.

it remembers its juvenile days
when it woke up to
scented yawns of frangipani
its blonde mane laced in dewdrops,
while scores of drowsy sunflowers
reflected its lazy grin,
and its face was a ripe red plum
staining brightening azure
in its vermilion juices, at dawn.

it recalls sweltering days of summer
that were like harshness of blazing cinders
frosting hourglass existences
in sweat beads of moisture,
remembering the chiaroscuros spun
on shady looms of palm fronds,
the balmy hours flavored
in sweet-sour sips of lemonades,
and longevities of august days ending
in variegated poetics of sultry dusk
winking in fluorescent fireflies.

tempest clouds tinted in grays
are like salt and pepper maturity
of a middle aged person,
shivering, geriatric sun of snow
remembers rainstorms with howling winds
tossing its drenched realms like a frisbee,
while lightening flashed as spluttering mustard
in hot oil on frying pan moments~
its silver arms like opportunity’s limbs,
and trumpeting thunder rattled
introspections of cobwebby windows,
until rainbows concluded this rancor.

cinnamon days glowing in mandarin sighs
of a sun preoccupied with armchair reflections
are remembered by it in december mists,
it recalls taste of apple cider and pumpkin pies
gracing the table tops of october,
soft,rustling melodies reverberating on
piano keys of cobblestones,
are remembered in fractured fragments
of frayed and orphaned lyrics
by a sun with memories lurking on
the whimsical edge of age-lorn dementia.

now peering through foggy days
with eyes covered in presbyopic lenses
and scales of withering memories,
sun slowly walks along chilled brevities
of faded days of winter,
drinking in not the bland barren scenes
but reliving the memories of brighter days
rifling through them as snapshots,
as a twilight etched in stale crayons
unfolds as an epilogue to another winter day…

Poetic Glimpses in Nature…

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dirty blue tides crashing
against sands of a relentless shore,
with pink, empty sea-shells
and conchs enceinte with dulcet notes
grasped within platinum fists,
are like hurling, burgeoning poetry
within which thoughts seek
to dive and explore in cerulean depths,
discovering angst of bleeding dusks
and their lavender scrolls,
muted songs of cavorting dolphins,
exotic tales of pirates,
lush silences of uninhabited isles
and cockiness of racing seahorses.

autumn is strewn in rustles
tinted in volatile golds and bronzes,
blazing torches of october
light the trail to a misty winter,
in its variegated pastels smiles poetry
sun-kissed yellows sigh potpourri metaphors
on the cheeks of autumn clouds,
verdant naiveté is burnt into browns
maturing as middle-aged anecdotes,
on rocking chair contemplation,
leaves become mottled sonnets
scribed from quill of fall
inked in mellow sunshine script.

summer waterfalls in silver-clad feet
skip down a geometric hillside~
poetry reverberates in a sweet fluidity,
sprinkling satiation over
parched realms of lemonade-lorn summers,
bare toes in cascading waters,
trailing down as snowflake’s tears
feel the placidity of monsoon-symphonies,
rippling over naked feet
and tickling soles of sensitivities,
it erases grime and sweat
to scribe lines of surreal poetry
on balmy afternoons of august.

butterflies on wings
like fragmented moments of twilights,
flutters to dissolve their echoes
into fragrant realms of zephyr,
like radiant lines of versatile verse
they are like dreams brocaded
on the loom of slumber,
poetry emerges like a collage
of cloth pieces, a patchwork of colors,
in the boudoir of spring
nectar from blooming hope pens
these poetic stanza punctuated in
periods of whimsical pollen,
hennaed over butterfly feet.

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…

Poetry is a Mango Chocolate Pastry

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I bake poems
erasing stereotyped claustrophobias
wearing sumptuous aromas
as stole around myself.

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passion is powdered cocoa
sprinkled to pepper
routine existence in sensual syllables
expressed in lowercase letters.

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winking sugar granules
of mischief are ground to mix
in a delicious concoction
of fragrant thoughts.

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the batter is an amalgam
of garnered snippets
from nature’s conflicting versatilities,
variegated moods of philosophy
and everyday incidents of life’s drama.

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cinnamon of fall blends
with vanilla scents from spring’s meads
while cozy warmth of winter eventides
aromatic with cappuccinos is mixed
with grapes burnished into raisins
in scorching summer sunshine.

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metaphors, alliterations, similes
are whipped in like baking soda,
to enhance softness of voiced textures,
poetry burgeons within
innovative oven of imagination
to scatter thoughts like alluring whispers
of wafting appetizing smells.

cake in oven

layered in bittersweet cream icing
reminiscent of hot chocolate
from frozen shelves of december,
with a pieced jigsaw
of golden alphonso ripeness
smiling on its face as eulogy
of June’s abounding orchards…