Storm over waters
In a ravaging gale
As a tempest descends
On ignited lives of men
Who seek adventure,
Wildness and wilderness
In rocky boats they sail
On voyages they say
That fulfill craving souls
Whatever price to pay!
If I could flyWhat feathers to adorn;A tint of pearlA hint of zirconFragment of an angelSliver of the DevilShades of springDepths of autumnSilver of a dandelionGold blush of dawnIntricately wovenAs wings of a humanTo cross the far horizon!
What are we but fragile jars Of intricate masonry Does the Creator carve us allOn a whim and fancy!Loaded to the brim; half-empty stillStained glass or run-of-the-mill?Crystal walls, what potion fillsLabelled to hide bitter pills?Marinations, fermentationsTranslucent concoctions,Sugared candies, mushy jelliesMilky relish, chocolate drizzlesPungent, zesty, tangy, savoryAroma, flavors, colors manyLike sticky, sweet memoriesOr just vitreous fantasiesClosedContinue reading “Mason Jars”
Hills and Ravines A fine vintageOf memories runningOn your foreheadDelicate linesHills and ravinesLife’s ups and downsChiseled on your brows Highs and Lows Scaling mountainsTraversing hillsLike a madman roamsIn the highs and lowsOf your bosomThis thrill seekerFinally, finds a home Wind and Dew She plaited starsShimmers unparalleledIn her lustrous braidWhen the wind unravelledThose twisted tressesDiamonds floatedContinue reading “Nature’s Medley…continues”
Oceanside Curious crimsonOf a dusky sunMixing with seasOf tranquilityIn this cocktail, dropA potion of moonlightSee the waves dance Woodland Flirtatious windCaresses pine treesRaindrops trembleIn torrents freeAs clouds descendThe forest resoundsWith a swish of jealousy Hillside Feathery grayThe magic of waitingAs the mist gathersEngulfing meBefore the first rainSurreal shift of cloudsOn yonder hills Dunes A desertContinue reading “Nature’s Medley”
Traveling unrestrainedThe vast wildernessFloating on cloudsMaking mistakesCapturing the blissOf throwing careTo the whistling winds!All our messy livesSeeking happiness!Failing to beholdNature that throbsWith the powerOf just being!
Gulmohar trees swayingIn the summer heatTawny branches burstingWith fiery flowers,Crimson petals carpetingThe gray gravel roadGleefully picked upFor sword fightsWith tender stamens;The tiny tip breaking freeIn innocent gamesLosers none, all winners be!Green sepals becomeFake nails in child’s playIt is all beautiful, speckledLike colors of tomorrow!A burst of tanginessTingling the soul,Children head homeChewing sepals, petals;Just a flower,Continue reading “Gulmohar”