The fate of a crayon, it waxes and wanes,
From the engrossing grip of an artist's hand,
To a still life framed in a box of chains,
Where unmade strokes are jailed till scanned.
The sky was never cast so blue of hue.
The grass and trees so blushed with green.
The sun so brightly yellow and true.
Than when crayon pastels daubed the scene.
Each crayon remembers its last lip kiss,
Soft and compliant, in a sheath of dreams.
Kept concealed and wrapped up in bliss,
To enliven dull scenes with vivid schemes.
So unleash the dreams you've put away,
In a boxed-set of crayons for a rainy day.
Her hair dances like the cascading stream,
murmuring in the silence of dormant dreams.
It’s more than an element of graceful façade,
the curls carry a crown of style adornment.
The onyx hair cataracts elegance untamed,
swirls in the stream of longing squall
on the ivory template of her forehead,
engraves the contours of her charisma.
As the melting clouds drizzle on her,
luster flows on the shining strands of ebony,
rave rapture drenches her with surreal hue,
pristine pearls glide with the rhythm of symphony.
A bun flows with fluid finesse and engrossing charm,
a bob helps handle the workplace hassles with ease,
a pixie cut boldly highlights the facial features,
a braded motif plaits the strands of beauty secrets.
Whether worn long or short, curled or colored,
the hair composition isn’t just a fashion narrative.
It’s a powerful symbol of identity and self-expression,
a reflection of the persona statement of who she is.
“The sea casts a magic spell with the ever- rising breakers and the melody, the clanking of waves produce. It amazes us with the wonders hiding within its caverns. Without drawing any boundary or barrier, it rushes
to touch or submerge everything on its way”--- Quote by the Poet.
What engrossing feel overpowers me,
As I loiter along the sandy strands of the sea.
Waves whisper their goodbye as they recede back,
Girdling the shore with a garland of foamy blooms.
A zephyr comes tickling and tangling my hair
Seaweeds sway back and forth as waters shoot up.
Beneath the sand, when wavelets on my ankles kiss,
Like a child, I long to jump into the wobbling mass.
I let the water braid my hands, to savor its coolness.
Though I don’t like its chaotic depths and crashing tides,
In the music of waves, I enjoy a moment of unalloyed joy.
The sea is indeed a sanctuary of never- ending epiphanies.
Nothing could be finer than to be deep inside your v****a in the morning
Nothing could be sweeter than my sweetie when I touch her up in the morning
When my morning glory presents itself at your widening door
Threading through your fair forest to enter your oasis once more
Rolling with my girlie in our bed so bright and early in the morning
Puckering up my lips to kiss your stiffening papillae tips in the morning
And then south of your succulent breasts I often long to go
To sip the ichor of your oasis in its fertile and full flow
Until finally we again come back chest to breasts and face to face
To merge in that one climactic full and frenetic embrace
From which we recover aquiver, relaxed and wholly spent.
A brief glimpse of heaven from above so generously sent
This engrossing eternal bliss allows us both to rise
To luxuriate in our fleeting moment of that pure paradise.
If I had a magic wand for only a day,
I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say,
"Nothing could be finer than to be deep in your v****a
Every morning"
Engrossing sunbirds,
bees and butterflies
Smirks subtly
a cluster of wildflowers
Dispersing seeds
Through wind and rain
A barren monotonous plain
the wildflowers pervade
Singing to the tunes of bees
Waving to the songs of breeze
The wildflowers set a dais
to please the audience
Cosmos, the team head
Vibrant colors they widespread
Dandelions, the collaborators
Destined to list our wishes good
The divine scent they proliferate around
Is all enough to spellbound-
the novel flies, all perform a lovely play
And leave us astounded every day
Engrossing sunbirds,
bees and butterflies
enthrall vividly
a cluster of wildflowers
My heart strokes the strings of memories, utterly sublime.
Alpine trees echo enticing chants to welcome me there.
Whirling in spirited hurry, now free from all worry.
Anticipation is engrossing my mind, before time.
There is magnetism in the alp's compassionate embrace.
I am bound for paradise, such a splendid upward climb.
Wanderlust cured, no more will I roam from my mountain home.
The alps bringing peace and security, as church bells chime.
Exiled no more, I return to breathe each breath of fresh air.
Now free from all worry, whirling in spirited hurry.
Blessed by God, I'm back to my mountain home with snow and rime.*
sits a little swift
amidst violet flowers ~
flying bud on tied fly
mesmerizing tune
in the midst of blaring horns~
magpie Robin sings
long train swiftly moves
without a loco pilot~
trail of busy ants
engrossing odor
nearby sewage mess reek~
pure white flowers bloom
a pleasant moment
in the mid of worldly stress~
birds relishing pool
a rainbow springs up
in the monotonous life~
colorful flowers bloom
my plain flat pulse rate
embraces bright buoyancy~
perky squirrels roam
colorful jewels
walks around the fallen leaves~
cute centipede crawls
a bright beaming mouth
amid the slanderous words~
divine dawn Chorus
true hope emanates
even after failures hit~
a barren tree sprouts
a joyful write up
amidst the arousing thoughts~
stroll in my garden
As the spring zephyr ripples in the gorgeous garden,
I dance in the sparkling spectrum of the dulcet dawn
with the humming bees and the beguiled butterflies,
while my petals unfurl with the luster of blue silence.
Celestial shine shimmers with the lavender cadence,
pulsating in my heart with the enticing floral grace,
preserved in my patina the sheen of alluring euphoria
that turns into flourishing fresco of amethyst beauty.
Yearning for the touch of your engrossing adulation
my lilac heart is configured with blossoming grandeur,
among the roses I have my humble niche in the garden
where you’ll find me an adornment in every spring.
My relentless reverie reposed
on engrossing edge of halcyon horizon,
where the scarlet sun
unshrouds the demure dawn,
brings me across million miles
of dreaming detour of trance
to the cyan sea that shines
with the shades of fervent allure.
I stand overwhelmed looking
at the periphery of primal vastness,
its boundless joy dancing
on the crests of surging waves,
make clattering cascade of pearls
as they crash on the craggy cliff,
and flowing free return reticent
to the fathomless serenity of silence.
The embrace of the silver sheet
swathes my fragile foothold,
as the waves beat beguiled
in the moonbeam ballet of blue night,
I search for my mesmeric mermaid,
swimming away on the stardust trail,
and I set sail in the serenading wind
to where my heart is beyond the sea.
CONTRASTS
intuitive
enthralling
with the startlin
discoveringstartling
of
commonality
paired together
receptive
&
so highly
esoteric
& radiant
a mystical theosophy
developing
exceptional
possibilities
of
controversial comparisons
yet
is profound
tactful
with
considerations
tinged
in an elegiac
mood
juxtaposed
individuality
unfurled
in
inscrutable
mysterious
shadows
marks
the sense
of being
in
magnificent
rectilinear
strokes
marvellous
engrossing
& illuminating
throughout
the
mind
& consciousness
in
the
mystery journey
so
wondrous
to fascinate
the lyricism
in
the complexity
of time
light
&space
The listless last mile,
beyond twilight, the path undefined,
the configured metaphor,
the engrossing panorama
on my kaleidoscopic window,
the mirror on the world framed.
The tapestry of life’s exuberance,
the euphoric fabric,
weaved by the momentous strands,
the swirling enchant menagerie
on en echelon flight, delight designed
with the choreographed cloud clumps
in exaltation sky, serenading out of the blue,
the song stimulates the spirit
of the famous and the faceless.
The tune in rippling emotion crescendo,
elated feeling flows in melody,
the mindscape sculpted.
The imagery of time and people cascades
the beauty of life, I see out my window.
IMPRESSIONS
prospects of
ennui
of the imaginative
sharp &engrossing
expectations
sidelined
for a different flavour
in a reclining
introspective a
shimmering
bold fluent
flickering
left visible
savoured
in complexity
encounters
with the past
tenderness
interacting
with
enthusiasm
throughout
The rocks were warm, hard, embers
of the summer day sun.
The air was calm, balmy, thick and syrupy.
The sea a mirror, shimmering with
gentle sky sparkles and glints.
The girl entered the scene so serenely.
She removed her hat devotedly,
to take it all in,
lithely lingering on the shore.
She became a willing partner,
a participant in the
textural contrasts
of the scene with gentle
white dress caressing
over the rocks so gently.
Her demeanor and blank face expressed
the peacefulness, tranquility and solitude
of the scene,
so welcoming
and engrossing.
Trust is an oak tree with shallow roots.
so very treacherous in windy weather.
I feel as though I'm glued to the floor;
pinned like a moth to an insect display.
I wish to leave this horrible evil place,
run far away into the cold, dark night.
In the flickering shadows of mankind
sympathetic words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul; healing to the heart.
Dreams rise and fall like lunar tides;
engrossing thoughts flood the brain;
as blood through old varicose veins.
Flotsam strewn about dying fields as
jetsam falls from darker, foggy skies.
Face rises to the sun, a sallow pallor.
Vultures perched, perversely hawing;
a flag is folded in presentation style;
roses tossed onto a shiny new casket.
The eve of one's quietus has arrived.
EMPTINESS
Emptiness chasing me , where may I flee !
Emptiness Encircling, Enclosing , Encompassing!
Engrossing , Engulfing .
Life passing through last phase,
Dull hazy sky above to gaze in despondency
None to blame or to praise.
Static, stagnant without glamour , glory or glee.
Mind walks on emptiness
Lone sailor on voyage, sailing aimless.
Nothing to achieve more. Nothing to lose from core.
Nothing new to explore ! Sinking in deep dolor.
Matters little, whether me careful or careless.
Life has no importance :
Meaningless.
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