Where the vine tangles
Trumpet flowers grow in
Peachy, blissful, innocence
Sweet, balmy fragrance
Covering a vast facade
Of suffocating branches
So in life, beauty captivates
Even as breathless leaves
Perish gently in the breeze
Tangled Vines
Tag: #poetry
Rainbows
Black and white rainbows
Arched beneath eyebrows
Glowing across eyelids
In monochromatic glimpses
Fluttering on eyelashes
Visions of colorful splashes
Why can’t we see beauty
In unshaded symmetry
Why do our hearts crave
For spectrums uncreated
Balloon Man
The balloon man
With helium-filled
Quirky designs
Much like life
Twisted, tied
Waiting to float
Into azure skies
Alas! The master holds
The strings tight!
Scrumptious Orange Evenings
When a parched Delhi was craving to embrace rain clouds, the evenings were aglow in anticipation. Ramit Mitra of Delhi by Foot (DBF) adventures, shared this photograph of the city skyline with a comment that Delhi evenings are becoming beautiful again. The orange was endearing enough to make me write a verse.
Rain-laden clouds
In a lavish sunset
Scoop up, savor with delight
Scrumptious orange jelly
Soothing, trickling slowly
Into crucible of the night
Fallen from the Map
Some day they will wonder
Where did all the people go?
With their dreams and deeds
Now rust and patina buried deep
Entangled in moss and froth
Was it life incomplete
Or how it was meant to be?
They find a tiffin box with
Remnants of a meal
A torn cloth – a shroud or veil
Who will tell?
Buried under the turmoil
A lost city of yore
Fallen from the map
How did it plummet so low!
The Armageddon or Apocalypse
Poisoned air or men at war?
How long to wipe out
Another city, another life;
Push a tribe from the brink
How long after we ignore
Lessons of the dead of lore?
Blue Pen Strokes 