I am at a loss
In the haze of twilight years
Reinforced by the hill-fog
I am at the moment
With the icy magnificence
Of Mount Everest
I am at a loss
Because of
The weird fact that
My poem
''You kindled the lamps''
Has got posted three times
Last night in the sweet soup
Weird indeed
What is more weird is the fact that
In spite of sincere attempts
Over and over and over
The lunatic entries
Refused to get discarded
Ridiculous indeed
My poetry soup friends
I know
Do have Himalayan magnanimity
They will smile
They will ignore
My poor internet illiteracy
Here, at Pokhra in Nepal
I am gazing at the sublime summits
Of Annapurna
The globally famous Himalayan peak
Now, basking in soft sun
Knitting Nepali Pashmina
While you offer me
Tea in your china clay cup
Emitting a relaxing scent
At the bend of the spent night
I can draw into my nostril
A thrill she spreads
In her picturesque figure
I stretch my expectant hands
For those lands of honey dew
A few moments of soft release
Into her sylvan peace
Enough to face the wrath
Of the complicated math of life
Lying ahead during the day
Ah, I say in satisfaction
A draught of ocean
All around a peace photograph
She laughs
A glistening china clay cup
Fill up fill up
Seeks the brim
Moments of hymn
Your reassuring eyes
So serene
In yellow and green
My windows smile
While I look at the shrub
Two spotted doves
In lilac love
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20/11/2016
So quickly gone our perfect day,
softly fading in ombre gray;
we loved, lying in grasses sweet,
mist mountain shrouded and discreet.
Pink pearled the clouds like china clay--
so quickly gone our perfect day--
dangled above the mountain rim;
pearled the wine kisses I offered him.
We strolled hay scented meadows, fair;
he laced white daisies through my hair;
so quickly gone our perfect day
for night swooped down, dark bird of prey.
Sometimes a day almost like that
makes me wistful, heart acrobat
contriving to return that way,
so quickly gone our perfect day.
Copyright, January 23, 2016
"TUNING MY THOUGHTS"
Oh my Almighty!
Days passed so hasty,
Life is now withered & wild,
Please turn me back into a child.
If I really get such chance,
I would roll on,jump & dance.
Receiving this boon as a gain,
I wish to pamper my childhood again.
On the large crystalling heap of sand,
I build a castle with my little hand.
With the multi-colored china clay,
I make the toys & love to play.
On a pleasant,chill & breezy evening,
When the clouds burst out & start showering,
Enfolding the paper into a l'le boat,
I rush into the rain & let it float.
I enjoy the flavour of lollipop,
By smacking it from bottom to top.
I wish to fill all my pockets,
With large varieties of yummy chocolates.
My thumbs dance on the buttons of joystick,
To play the games merely fantastic.
Passing the minutes with frolic & fun,
Leaving my homeworks absolutely undone.
Iam now no more a kid,
To act & play as they did.
If I wish to be childish & noisy,
People yell that Iam gone crazy.
Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Every kid is a "sizzling star".
Iam left out with no more phrase,
To garnish the beauty of childhood days.