Kaleidoscopic Collage of Life
The turning wheel of time
rotates the rhapsodic kaleidoscope,
and the patterns perform persistently
on the life’s mélange of motif.
The chameleon colors transform
the visage of mind’s topography
into ashes of burnt barrenness,
or to the verdance of emerald vale.
The diffused dreams on the drift,
float on the cascade of sight,
meandering on the mesmeric tapestry,
weaved with strands of ebullience,
replicating the wings of butterflies,
flittering on the ripples of spring air,
and before they all fly away,
form for me a fountain of fulfillment.
On my tortuous lonesome travel
across the greening wasteland in rains,
or along the glittering garden path,
lined with spring saplings bursting with colors,
the shutter of my mind opens,
the receptive film of sensuality
captures in the kaleidoscopic collage,
the sublime snapshots of beauty.
March 24, 2021
For A Brian Strand Libre Vers Contest
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