Best Vibgyor Poems

The mornings are pallid now
So is the sky. 
Can't feel my senses now
My hands are all dry.
 
Will the monsoon come, I still wonder.
Will the...

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Vibgyor bows 




splashes of rain dare 
amidst thunder of dark clouds
seven colours shine ...





Written Sept 22nd, 2016
For contest "Traditional haiku" by Catie...

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VIOLET, my passions so prescribed.
INDIGO, I follow her soul's desire.
BLUE, my companion so true to life.
GREEN, l am filled with envy.
YELLOW, the undignified distortions of...

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Be it half, or be it full
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Really thankful





Sinking deeper and deeper in the ditch when I wasn't looking for someone to rescue,
You were that subtle ray of sun that touched and...

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Yesterday cliche of a colored rainbow.
The archaic arc is a banal kitsch, too low.
Poets.... they don't stop using it although.
It's just optical science....no hologram show.

The...

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The magical rainbow appears in the blue sky after the rains,
It is a vista of hope in the dark and pains.
The magical rainbow comprises of...

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THE MORNING HOURS'

When I wake up in the morning,
It's all were free from rushing,
everything seems to be missing.
 
Just a cloudy sky and a rainy...

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Poet’s Dozen Solely Solar

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MAKING RAINBOWS

A collage of colors drips from my mind,
paints radiant rainbows on your silky sky.
Look at VIBGYOR spanned horizon you’ll find
me with color markers on...

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The trying journey harshly dusty
Listless life loses colors dormant
Candid mirror refuses to identify 
Face turned time-trodden bland.

Blank canvas on the easel stands
The artist in me...

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Satin wisps of cloud waft carrying the autumn hue,
brushing azure on the end-summer burnt sky.
The northern wind blows across the sea of blue,
in twilight gleam...

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My timid time will be made of many happy hours
if you give me a glinting prism of diffracting glass,
I’ll split the sun’s spectrum in the...

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My time would be made of happy hours
If you give me a prism of diffracting glass
I’d split the sun in shards of VIBGYOR colors
Make the...

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