Best Fantasyautumn Poems
there are so many pieces of torn paper
into the stone-chips of the broken road
they are of summer
they are of late autumn
beside is the ice-mill
the glow-sign board
attached tightly
the indelible ink
catches the finger of the lemon-grass
the fish-market is also alive and glad
the young minister of state
sends his best wishes
to the handloom-girls
in between
some horn-blowing of the
camels
the labour-strike trembles
the water of dhaleswari-river
has been filled
with the sound of subsistence
Witches, switches and brooms, in the moonlight
Dashing across the sky on Halloween Night
Cackles sound, as witch steering brooms
Swish across moonbeams while dark shadow looms
Looming loudly under the veil of darkness
Goblins, ghosts and creatures of night
Celebrate their occasion by causing a fright
Shrieks, screams, howling and cackling
Autumn leaves fall fast, as sounds of crackling
Looming loudly under the veil of darkness
To all Halloween lovers, enjoy this mystical night
Trick or Treat - May your masks & costumes give many a fright
Look up, you may see, crossing the moon
Witches swishing across the sky on their mystical brooms
Looming silently, under the veil of darkness
those
who has so long been submerged
in the water of the womb-cave
now when the sun rises
would they put their lips in action
the pantograph
the wheat-plants
that has been sowed in autumn
the shyness of the houses
going away farther and farther
how much should i become glum
for those stations
on which i suppose to never put my steps
since taking birth
the same story of huggis and wrappers
i’ve told you to say good bye
to the portman
full of rust
and to make an aquarium
for the flying-fishes
with the water-moon
there may also exist
some social forestry
mr slumber
you can’t keep the good-wishes
arranged properly
so as soon as the eyes get open
the palpitations start
On this Autumn day down by the stream
To see what we viewed was always just a dream
There was not just one, but actually two
Hey Semaj, they stand not far from in front of you
I am not surprised as I look on from where we stand
In the glens of Scotland where King Kade commands
Under seasonal leaves in drifting gown
White Royalty runs free as Autumn browns
Never startled as they drink from this slow running stream
Aisling my sister, demands them in her dreams
With a blink of our eyes they were here but gone
Will we ever view again on this beautiful dawn
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“Do you hear gratings creak
Upon the cellar bricks?”
…Just autumn winds that wreak
Deceptive, noisy tricks.
“And did you hear the knell
Of bells from long ago?”
…The belfry long since fell
In ruins, this I know.
“Who calls your name aloud
Outside your bolted door?”
…I sleep. No one’s allowed
To rouse me while I snore.
“Excuse us, please forgive
Our frivolous remarks—
You’ve moments left to live—
Our claws will leave red marks!”
say
where should i keep all those foot-prints
having no lineage
from whose paraffin-in-the-palms
has taken birth
so much monsoon rain-falls
why the seagulls of this earth
have not learnt
in a better way
the meaning of open windows
wearing the same costume
they can fly only
from the north-east thames
to the non-aryan autumn
in the woods of yellow moon-light
the feathers fall down
from the body of the villagers
they levitate as letter
like the leaves of coconut
before the windows of a hospital
it may happens then
in the fire of the cigarette
in-between the fingers
there is no more in waiting
any absent-mindedness
rather
after composing their letters properly
the mermaids in the deep-fridge
are waiting for their next print
by putting the fire of the dry straws
in the air the indifferent neighbour
saves the intellect of the red-sandalwood
thus if it is possible to catch there
the betrothal
in the oily pollens of the spring
She walks through darkness with sullied grace
In negligee sewn with silk black lace
Her hair it falls down as autumn red
She’s with pagan rites of us to wed
Let us slide the deep shadow of doom
And I’ll ride the mare upon the dark moon
We’ll hide like angels shamed and fallen
Let us abide by our faith stolen
Beautiful soft creature of the night
Combining pure darkness with sharp fright
Our thoughts as one and of instinct whole
Without conscience, nay without a soul
You are my Lilith as I am Caine
Your pulse a smooth current through my veins
Open your vessel for us to drink
Prepare for the new towards the brink
those
who has so long been submerged
in the water of the womb-cave
now when the sun rises
would they put their lips in action
the pantograph
the wheat-plants
that has been sowed in autumn
the shyness of the houses
going away farther and farther
how much should i become glum
for those stations
on which i suppose to never put my steps
since taking birth
the same story of huggis and wrappers
i’ve told you to say good bye
to the portman
full of rust
and to make an aquarium
for the flying-fishes
with the water-moon
there may also exist
some social forestry
mr slumber
you can’t keep the good-wishes
arranged properly
so as soon as the eyes get open
the palpitations start
Seems like
dark angels
are going to
reach us
We have waited
for years for this
"golden hour"
Now turn
the kaleidoscope
See what you
must
See what you
must
Seems like
someone is going
to appear
Don't know his/her
name
but the apparition's
appearance
is certain
the air
is redolent
with the
scent of late
autumn
as we
move in
the autumn
atmosphere
Then we
hear a rustling
of the leaves
a dark
angel approaches
bringing
magic!
and we taste
the fruits of
forever
and burst into
joyous song!