Beauteous, fervent ,precious.
Bloomy, blissful truth.
. Zealous breath.
Hued ,brilliant light.
An enraptured ,harmonic
rainbow
An etched ,bloomy
affection like
a perpetual grace
in our life,
God 's ineffable beauty is a source of bloomy love.
love is like the bloomy violet of eternity..,
lasting beauty is the fragrant ,perfumed daisy of bloomy eternity..
* .............. *
/|\ It was fresh and lively . . . /|\
** a yellow petal so bloomy . . .
But . . .
*** for only that morning...
/|\ it wilted and fell off . . . /|\
** brown and so brittle . . .
And . . .
*** the lily plant was dull...
**
love's sunbeams gaze
at golden clouds
the unruffled, weaved
aura's walk
the engraved, hued
star whispers unflinchingly
scented dreams reside
on the glittering, bloomy sky
Written: March 09, 2024 For Charlotte Puddifoot Contest
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with serendipitous moans—ocean lulls
It's russet embers
ignite her soul's quilled longings
she flies to bloomy sky-scape
last sigh of waning twilight
chirpy mirth—katydid sounds
waves of
soft silk canzone
to whispering crimson
of ephemeral serenade
waves of arid shadows— ebb in
blurring haze of lingering longing
besotted in spumy scatters sighing
In epicede of hushed Elysian quiddity
quixotic susurrus—shorebirds' sapidity
horizon in cinereous ululation of Peacocks
rainbows and sylphlike threnody
my heart too, mirths... waiting
for you to return to me—in spring
renascent wings wings of crimson
gold and plums of purples!
THE FALLEN
BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
Once there was an explicit country,
Full of world's complimentary
So called "INDIA"
Soon came a gloom,
Bloomy was rule of britishers,
Theonomous world of cruelty,
As a beast of burden, came the freedom fighters,
Thousands of sacrifice to give us self rule,
There came the bit dust of world War II,
Numbers were infinite in grave,
Yet might not save the world,
Japan turn's towards us,
Yet a misgendering act of crips,
Added a blessing in disguise,
'THE DO OR DIE' movement
Clings my mind so deep.
It's 8th August 1942, a day to be remembered ??
A solitude speech of mahatma
Blows a fair play and ignites great minds.
So rise the question of time,
Where do our warriors flew?
What dose make them so ambigue one?
There lies the beautiful truth, that
Warriors are within us.
This eleventh hour of India, lead
A death sentence to colonial rule.
REMEMBERED AND REALISED AS THE KEY OF OUR "INDEPENDENCE TODAY"
Alas! This World is not for me
Life among people surrounding me is gloomy
All my efforts to cope up are not bloomy
That's why I suffer like someone has broken my knee
Alas! I am not like the worldly people
They surround me like flesh eating eagle
They terrify me, as to them, it is legal
People & me, we are two sides of river which stay apart and are gleeful
Alas! I am unable to find peace
I know, it is within me like sweet choclate burfi piece
But, I search it in worldly people & wait for it to be released
That's why my search has not come to cease
Alas! I have learnt to manage
I have learnt to take advantage
Oh people, don't think it is my fault
You all have dragged me to this path
I had a dream in my dream
In this dream of my dream I saw a rose
A rose so bloomy and well scented
A rose very catchy to the eye
Appealing to the eyes and nose
A very rare rose indeed
An adorable rose
I drew closer to it
Admired it for a moment
At the moment I was in a fix
In the darkness of doubt
You raised the lamp of love
Then I realized plucking it will make it wither
To make it last forever I have to let it. E
Fencing round this rose became impeccable
Hale and hearty moments will only come when it is fenced
No daily-dally then
With haste and accuracy I finished my fence
Never knew the joy from a rose until I rose towards a rose
Then I realized that my joy is enveloped in a rose
As bleak as a rose amid a tangle.
Over wilted bloomy, with dew sprinkle.
It occurs as entire face with no grin.
It's about wishing to be without sin.
Blue feelings, sorrow, and a sense of rage.
Like a ship laid amid waves, owned by age.
Like a rainbow, I am lost needing you.
After the tide, the sky takes on bold hue.
Ignore the tweak escape from yesterday.
Follow your dreams and reconcile your ray.
A new day was breaking the horizon.
I sought my way once the dawning brightens.
Sway in the rain, interact with each rife.
Regain your young virtue and seize your life.
1st place contest winner
The Sleepwalker
I have bathed in your rays
went slowly under
melted ways
thorny tears, diluted eyes
of thy beholder with no hold onto
thy tying spy in our sleep
less the night allows us into
the spider’s webs neat
entwined
and a bit chaotic beat
takes us back again
above our melted ways
sprouting back and into
the bloomy sunny day
later nightly shades
will hides us under
magic lanterns milky way
planting in us pictures
the seeds of
then bath us in the rain
till the day meets us
in its way
plucking us out of
the stream of dreams
made up ways.
Down by the soily brook they go, under the woody bridge.
The Featherly Elfins make their home to hide from the Blustery Fridge.
Made of snow and windy blow, icesickles in his hair,
he comes to still the Valleyville, blowing crystals in the air.
The Elfins chug their gluggy mugs and toast with foamy tea,
Chanting songs of winters gone to wake the Bloomy Be.
The flutterbys fill uptop skies with gillians of yellowy wings,
The Elfins song brings summer on over the melty cling.
Baby seeds roll up their sleeves to poke the icy ridge.
Down by the soily brook, we’re told, under the woody bridge.
what say ye, comprehendeth thou the earth?
do you in all honesty not think it mud
and a bit of roots if generous be your thought
but for work, you'd throw in some food
what then are we who walketh the surface?
by chance or deliberately are opinions flown
and most times are they tilted out of place
for we oft are oblivious that heart and earth are sewn
for without the earth is the heart needy
and the heart needed for a prosperous earth
for out of the heart's abundance the whole "bloomy"
so that whatever earth is to us is greater than death
in the beginning was ignorance laden
in the end we make a haven of heaven
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