Tell me why the daisies sing
Gentle petals, how they singe
With dark splatters of crimson
What makes them sway in glee
Touched by an aching breeze
Those that hummed in praise
Of wilderness and their beauty
Have crumbled to dust so ruddy
Sacrificed in raging wars of men
Only to capture a fleeting heaven
It was a rainy day when I heard
Tears of a fairy in the rustling leaves
Glistening droplets sliding gently
From flamboyant Gulmohar petals
Taking the fire and fury of summer
Into the arms of autumn-in-waiting
There is a sweetness
In the bronzed days
It is Nature’s scent
In honey-tinted tresses
Auburn sprinkle of cinnamon
Ginger, molasses of her skin
She treads on truant sunrays
With crunch of dry oak leaves
And golden whispers of seasons
Caresses me with faint touches
Of an orange autumnal breeze
Fire and flow of buried emotions
I had commanded to lie still
Gulping down anger
Silencing the rage
I waited for time to heal;
They gurgled wildly
In gorges of the heart
Streamed in deadly cascade
Burning lava from hell
Surged from the gallows
Spilled as luminous pain
All the venom I had held!
She wears her scars
Like gleaming tattooes
Tangled hues of red
Painted on her skin
Bruises that never bled
Lonely silver trinkets
Mimic sheeny sparkles
Of pensive eyes, as they
Cling to starry destinies,
Fate written in the winds,
Hope acquired over eons
Of pain that will dissolve
With the first splash of rain
When the seasons change
She wears her scars
Like gleaming tattooes
Tangled hues of red
Painted on her skin
Bruises that never bled
Lonely silver trinkets
Mimic sheeny sparkles
Of pensive eyes, as they
Cling to starry destinies,
Fate written in the winds,
Hope acquired over eons
Of pain that will dissolve
With the first splash of rain
When the seasons change
Blue Pen Strokes 