Grotesque, in its unyielding grip of the vehement soul,
A parody, a caricature, of mercy's exalted role.
An avalanche of despair, harrowing as the Holocaust;
As scars accrue—like bitter frost life has lost.
Unsettling perceptions, now relics of savage years;
Movement on the frontline, dispel ancient fears.
As light gently penetrates each cell,
Spirits elevate, casting off the heavy shell.
Today's lessons fade chiaroscuro's grip,
Nursing the unseeking seeker’s shattered bits.
The Midas touch, sculpts the mind's trend,
Cotyledons blooming towards heliotrope's bend.
Endless gratitude, to souls who converge with care,
Hope of eradication quells mayhem with flair.
"Work hard, party harder"—the rhythm of life,
A "Talent Eve" awaits, confetti in the air as we dine.
Coaxing fledgling bards, ammunition ready to depart,
A vibrant, joyous escape from a didactic start.
Shangri-La in essence, fueled by epiphany;
Creativity set to orchestrate a vivid symphony.
Reviving life in a parasite’s domain,
The more, the merrier, the event sustains.
Overwhelmed by the flowing camaraderie,
I raise a toast in jubilant rhapsody.
Categories:
cotyledons, dark, light,
Form: Rhyme
Peas of the same pod, nurtured by soil's clutch,
Polarized cotyledons, vying for homely touch.
Like a sunflower sagging toward heliotrope’s light,
The diffident monocot cradles itself in maternal respite.
Enduring the ravages of time, standing tall,
While weary boughs decline, struggling through it all.
The intrepid monocot, shattering glass ceiling,
Vibrating with the moon's velocity, its power healing.
Whispering husk, morphed into a sheltering tree,
Yielded fruits adorned in a mosaic spree.
Lesson learned — feet firm, head strong,
Winds may differ, but our bond lives on.
Categories:
cotyledons, sister,
Form: Couplet
Am I awake or asleep?
Is this a vision?
Or some day dream?
Am I sleepwalking and dreaming
And talking all at once?
I see a new bred bud
Burst forth from around the Niger.
Like a multi-dicotyledonous seed.
Splitting into several parts
And shedding its old self.
To give way for its new bud to
Reach the sun.
And the old cotyledons of
Agitations and injustice
And Kidnappings and insecurity
And economic decay
All fell off to the ground
Like over bloated leeches;
Decomposing into organic nutrient
For our new bud to breed.
Categories:
cotyledons, africa, faith, hope,
Form: Free verse
I am but a twinkling cloud
Into the switching sky;
evanesce in the woods
flee with the cotyledons leaves
Swaddled among the thorny bushes.
Sank with me o dear in the forest deep.
Count the grass if you wish
Let me note it for you
Lead me to the song your memories dwell
lend my voice, and count it your own
For, you're my little heart's joy
I'll lay awake while you kip
until the dawn arrived.
I am but a Traveller
into the wild blue yonder;
I'll fly someday
one day you'll only dream of me
So sing with me the song my childhood lived
Come, dance with me today
For tomorrow is not promised
You, my little hearts joy
forever dear
forever cherished.
Categories:
cotyledons, heart, love,
Form: I do not know?
dark clouds appear
as lightning sparks and wind blows...
rain is around
umbrella spreads...
water pours down heavily
flooding the land
seeds sprout out
to form new cotyledons...
soil is wet
frog croaking
as it mounts on the female...
floating eggs
Categories:
cotyledons, nature,
Form: Haiku
Between two cotyledons— plant grows with a bud!
With two lines— couplets come into flower with an idea.
Sometimes, two lines may be more powerful than two hundred lines.
Small verses like couplets are really beautiful.
They speak and touch with peace— as Poems for Life.
Couplet— I
Watering rain on the leaves
Orchid plant mutely sleeps
Couplet— II
Under the pillow raining night
Memory coins may or might!
Couplet— III
All green buds grows yellow
Plant or animal must follow!
Couplet— IV
Shooting stars proclaimed that
No one ever will be mate…
Couplet— V
How the moon came into being
The way fishes sleep and sing
Ashraful Musaddeq
Categories:
cotyledons, art, may,
Form: Couplet
He was very thin, half naked, one arm
broken, glasses cracked.
Early morning an owlet will land over its head
And give a long hoot.
The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle
in the eyes.
A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth,
drinking goat’s milk and raising cotyledons
of guiltless faith.
Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet.
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
cotyledons, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?