Tie Dye in July
Like Phulkari women in July
I dye the plain days
then stitch gold flowers where the sun burned me
Like dyeing fabric with turmeric indigo and madder root
I carved yellow joy under the amaltas bench forever
Singing while embroidering with messy thread on the floor
Summer heat reminds me of sorrow
curved in black thread of thorn
With wounded fingers I make the woman
who wore burning coal on her feet
The vibrant red reflects my emotions
and love for my past life
Then I turn to another phase
when shibori binds me in July heat
sashiko mends me with white thread
tie the chaos stitch the light back in
Every color blends and comes together
like a rainbow after rain
Memories are crafted with grey ash
and sometimes with vibrant amber
Healing and wounded
like a storm stuck in a heaven star
Without a ripple, the world moved,
Heeded a whisper uttered into a secluded room,
I felt every last drop of blood drawn,
All the sketches shared in our times alone,
Though in a blink the tides turned white,
All the pigments burnt out of sight,
An eternal elegance is forever etched,
For embroidering a love into me
only is orchestrated in visual effects,
the moments we wove in the midst of sublime storytelling,
We dreamt of a hill we knew was so unbecoming,
We were bound by bare beauty and synchronized strength,
Yet so little to teach in each other’s length,
A short-lived hope
Slid right down the slope,
With no time to cope,
I guess this is why love letters come in a little envelope.
Between the horror,
Heaven fell to earth
in the form of gardenias,
their motto (Apocalypse Now!)
golden joinery for Montagnards
in search of god-kings, amor fati
for soldiers whose soul has been
lost to the wounded jungle, truth
in a war of lies
Between borrowed bones
and stigmata scars, jaded
blood fell to the snow
in the form of hearts,
their master (The Intended)
embroidering dazzling peonies,
longing for deployed valentines
Princes whose oblations have been
found wanting by their one,
true love
Once sat friend's home who took a vacation
from repainting ~ rooms messy with white tint
tins, paintbrushes, canvas, half painted walls ~
spent week embroidering at garden pool…
On eighth morning awoke to enigma______
house repainted, rearranged, SOUNDLESSLY!
strange blue footprints on porch, on street pavement
weird phantom painting night, friend spieled sea STUNNED !
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When summertime kisses the rose
Her nestling trees blossom so fair
The dappled leaves twirl in repose
Bathed in mist's spray... beyond compare.
I crave her touch, her air ...how wild
Like a damsel amid lush grass,
Sultry when vibrant breezes glide
As limbs thrusts in passion's contrasts.
On gushes of night's flamed glimpses,
Embroidering her russet veils
In slow- fire movement... this goddess
Drops heat's thrill while off she trails.
And nightfall welcomes her romance
My breath lifts in a sultry way
When her torso rises... to dance
A whirl through her final ballet !
Colors descend enmeshed from glowing horizon,
the scarlet tinge of the sky paints the blushing land,
embroidering the tapestry of the unfurled dawn,
flushing the glorious day with vibrant hues grand.
Gleaming hours invoke joyous kaleidoscopic lilt,
birds scale the sky before they return to the nest,
sing to the mesmeric melody of the resonant colors
while the clouds design the fresco at its creative best.
Moony night orchestrates peacefully quiet rhapsody,
spreads on land silver dust through the mystique air.
On the sparkling adornment the stars shine bright,
the bejeweled sky glimmers with rare celestial flair.
Abysmal blackness consuming daylight envelopes fast
my identity as flash of twilight in your sapphire sky
where you will see me shine forever like a drifting star
when in the halcyon night I will grow wings to fly.
A Glimmering veil of mist adorns the dawn,
Where Rippling brooks through emerald meadows glide.
The Earth's soft breath in dewy hush is drawn,
As Eagles soar above the mountainside.
Nectar breeze through blooming petals weaves,
Sapphire lakes reflect the skies' embrace.
Cascade tumbles, whispering to the leaves,
A silver thread embroidering nature’s face.
Peace blooms in silence, timeless and profound,
Every root and wing in harmony is found.
sensibility
peering
provoking
reponsibilty
embroidering
language
resembling
affectionate
enthusiasm
whilst
weaving
a tapestery
into
obsession
of
affulent
aesthetic
curiosities
of
simplicity
AN OPEN FORM uses spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,& relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood thus is inherently variable.
The exigent mountain
in the tough terrain
of upheaved life,
crumbling,
needs to be climbed
as the solemn summit
alluringly calls.
I follow
the undefined trail
in surging storm
of stifling strife,
relentless.
I cross with piety
the divine portals
God installs
in the precincts
of eclipsed destiny,
dormant.
In His decree,
designed with certainty
I repose resolute trust,
faith shows me the path
to the content summit
of solacing rapture
in the dark nights
of scary squalls,
delusive.
The turbulent sea
of chaotic life
in tempestuous disarray,
I need to sail
serene,
find with forbearance
the last anchorage,
get guided
by His benign beacon
with dedication just,
steadfast.
The tormenting alley
of endless anguish,
submerged
in opaque darkness
desolate,
needs to be lit,
the shreds
of shattered soul
salvaged from the abyss,
are to be sutured
with threads
of divine essence
esoteric,
embroidering ecstasy
at the frail fringe
of agonized actuality,
shaping the survival instinct,
indomitable.
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Yesterday, at Maker Space, I completed
Embroidering the image of your second home,
And you were sitting in there alone.
I also added embroidery of the poem,
Titled 2024.7.29, the first poem I posted
The one being featured on the Poetry Soup home page once.
I also included a popular poem in foreign language,
Which formed the lyrics of a movie's theme.
It crossed my mind,
How would you feel the minute you saw it?
If I was you, I treasured every meaningful item,
Especially if it directly related to me.
It depicted your image, from green beanie,
Black and white stripe woolly scarf, khaki creamy jacket,
Blue jean and the runners of bright green soles colour.
One day, when you have a chance
To read my poems on the Poetry Soup website
Please be kind to make some comments,
Have my memories served me well?
Except for the grammar, was there anything I wrote,
Was untrue or inaccurate?
It was hard to believe but it was true that
Honesty and keeping promises,
Were not the best policies,
In the current society.
I couldn't help it. It was me.
Can not help and can not change it.
Where fleecy clouds, on rosy-quilt meandered,
Motifs amethystine wowed tangerine horizon
Embroidering on magenta arc, designs crimson,
Beckoned by blushed-musings of marigold sun
Spraying amber gold, on burnt-yellow attire,
Scattering breaths sapphire, on periwinkle fire;
As tunes chrysanthemum, sung of eve’s desire,
Choreographing themes of dreams romantic,
In symphony of colors shimmering on ripples
Sprinkling twilight on tapestries of blue ocean
Painting azure fabric, in aureate brushstrokes,
Quivering our essence, embraced in passion.
This is where we were, when first-time eyes met,
When sight of love fueled embers of romance
And smitten hearts spoke through lovesome glance,
Admiring from bridge, sun’s glorious farewell;
Where we stand today, as heart-rhythms resonate,
Synchronizing with love, and melodies of sunset.
Line 2: Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
The cobalt mind of ancient mariner of the seven seas,
the surfing sailor tosses on the waves of youthful life,
rolls on the curled crests with the splintered moon,
drawn into dark agony troughs of the drowned stars,
spread pearls of joy on shore embroidering exuberance.
Crushed sands sculpt the trail of the seaward footprints,
designed by the crumbled contours of transient decay.
Time arrow points to the turquoise terrain ethereal,
away from the wistful wilderness abandoned,
where the chasm stratifies the collapsed hopes undying.
The weed-webbed wasteland defined deep within,
piles up the shipwrecked splinters of life unlived.
Withering garden garners tinny bleakness, yet shining,
as the path paved outside the obscure familiarity fence
waits to be walked by the mesmerized wanderer
to the marvelous meadow of tantalizing tomorrow.
The invented alchemic aptitude of the mystic memory
makes glittering gold on the rusted crust of the ruins.
Marigold blooms on scrap heap with steadfast sanguinity
in Midas touched shipwreck junkyard of the metallic mind.
The sapphire seas
show in seamless
turquoise spread
the perfect poise
of unique aquatic
equanimity of enormity
harmoniously sparkling
lilting luster
of cerulean sky
reflection echo
resonates with
cobalt whisper
of waltzing waves.
Platinum periphery
embroidering embellished
lustrous lattice
of drifting cloud
corrugated clumps
suffused with
silver sunrays
of cupid’s arrow
adoringly enticing
entrance overtly
the ancient mariner
to embark upon
a new voyage
of attrite atonement
for he has left
in supercilious stupor
the seventh sea
unsailed.
He drifts desolate
with disquiet trepidation
in quandary qualm
on the clarion call
of swaying uncertainty
lurking latent
in languor swells
of steamy sea
the archaic essence
of his forlorn life
anchored enamored
on senile shore
the quaint ship
sails sanguine
from antique quay
of safe sanctuary
on southern wind
blowing beguiled
with perfumed promise
the serene soul
serenades content
to the tranquil tune
of the shredded sail
silently promising
to take him
to his new home
harbored beyond
the seven seas.
"Thanks for watching over me, your scent brings back memories of my childhood." quote by poet
Sweet winsome scent croon through spring
within dense forest nature in a respite rest,
beneath brightening sky; flowers take wing
in brisk surfing dance reviving kiss in a vivid dream.
Enchanting white blooming jasmine vines
waltzing, embroidering through trellis-work.
Its inspiration graceful elegance of beauty
and wafting scent essence of love.
Daydreams of poetry it makes.
1/3/2023
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Turning daydreams into amorous fairytale
Of endeavors esoteric smitten passions unveil,
Sketching emotions, fantasies ecstatic ignite,
Threading themes, musings-intimate write,
Embroidering bliss upon tapestries of mind,
Bedecking realm heavenly, destiny designed,
Rejoicing springs roaming on fragrant breeze,
Sailing blue seas, summer’s aspirations seize,
Exultant in notions of love, autumn weaves,
Choreographing dance of falling gold-leaves,
Luring besotted eyes fixating on moonlit skies,
Vying impulses-romantic, fervid moods surmise,
Rhapsodic in elation, aglow in stellar delight,
Hypnotizing minds caressing proffers of night,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
Culminating in sweet rendezvous desires plea
Threading intimate fantasies for you and me.
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