Skies sparkled with snow diamonds drifting through
the magic that surrounded the effervescent darkness.
The tulle breath of the forest spirited the moonglow
in a spritely capricious demeanor and addressed me as
… it spoke …
of the curious sounds seeping from the lavender mist.
Moon and stars joined to illustrate a tale of strength
behind the human laws of moral theory and bid me
… harken ...
for in their story was buried the essence
of the earthborn plight to live, to love, to hope,
and to ascend the sangria stones of immortality.
As the moon opened and began to spill,
… I listened …
offended by the grape and Tyrian wafts
of desire, hatred, indulgence, and greed.
My silvery tears rolled violet down my cheeks
illuminating the raisin-hued darkness.
Sadness washed over me with sparkly specks
of magenta moon dust manifesting through lacy clouds.
As dawn crept in, it brandished the cold, corrupted,
hateful thoughts and spread its orchid enchantment.
Beauteous shades of periwinkle enshrouded the sky
… and sang …
While smoke enshrouded us one crowded night,
Obscured by grey and ashy sea-breeze air,
Your face reflected flame and sparks took flight,
Eyes burnt-sienna, set a-dancing there.
Your voice stayed with me, wrapped by memory.
It played the deepest emerald melody,
To me, not quartet, but a symphony;
I only wished the music just for me.
Unknown to me, you heard my singing too,
And day by day sat listening to my song,
A quiet audience to me, running through
Each possibility, what could go wrong.
So many trials, our voices rang in tune.
But hope surmounts, beneath this glorious moon.
A lone prisoner of my own making,
a cocoon confined within introvert isolation,
I see all the familiar faces recede nowhere,
leaving me stuck in the maze of acuity.
In the weed-webbed wasteland within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived.
My mystique mind turns into Nemesis,
makes a wilderness of mirrors for me,
reflecting the pernicious perception of anguish,
an emotion engulfed by intuitive foreboding.
The sane sense losing the route to perpetuity,
disappears in the miasma of lonesome reflections.
The marooned psyche meanders in desolate darkness,
trying to find the deluded traveler, instinctive me.
Enshrouded by despair I turn into a dead wood,
afloat on the turbulent flow of the ordained strife.
With secluded mind I drift in the time's eternal flow,
and on the move, I don’t remember where I started from,
for like mirrored driftwood my memory has no memory.
I watched you walk away that night
Then later had a dream
We were sitting in a sauna
Wearing robes while enshrouded in steam
Then one thing led to another
And soon it all quickly progressed
'Til we were only left standing enshrouded
I think you can figure the rest
In a world enshrouded by shadows of fear,
Where voices of anguish are drowned in the night,
A poet's pen weaves the tales we hold dear,
Of struggles and sorrows, of wrongs and of right.
With each careful word, capture the pain,
The cries of the silenced, the tears of the meek,
In verses that echo like thunderous rain,
Unveiling the truths that the strong often seek.
The gift of the poet is to shine a light,
On the hearts that are burdened, the dreams that are lost,
To fight against darkness, to stand up and write,
For the hope of the many, no matter the cost.
So let the words flow, a river of change,
In this world full of trouble, their voice will arrange.
My days and nights merge strangely into one
The waning moon transforms to blazing sun,
and time no longer means a single thing
My sanity has flown on tempter's wing
I see the world in muted shades of grey
My words get tangled up each time I pray
My thoughts are lost inside an endless maze
I walk from room to room in silent daze
The meaning of existence murky still
No dogma and no creed the void can fill
There's only Christ; the rest is circumstance
That afterlife exists, I'll take the chance
I count the moments of each passing day,
and try to make it through them, come what may
They say its darkest just before the dawn
Before the sun appears, my hope is gone
This world, this place, this room is just a tomb
I lie enshrouded here in cloths of gloom
Oblivion will keep me company
Till resurrection day, don't look for me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Serene silence, its salient feature
The sapped bodies snug in solitude.
Not a mound of sand and cement.
A structure to showcase our reverence and regard and
Keep them alive through our thoughts, words and deeds.
Do the enshrouded bodies realize how nicely they are carved?
Definitely,not.
Souls satiate when tributes are paid.
Tombs reflect cultures and civilizations.
Tombs disclose unknown facts of royal dynasties.
Some stand as tokens of perpetual love like Tajmahal.
Some are adored,
As they have engulfed the thinkers, torchbearers and preceptors.
It's the end as well as onset of a new life.
Whoever and whatever it is!
Paying tribute to an abandoned soul is the sole cosmic order.
Place: 4
Hush o'er azure stone ridge,
hypnotic wax moon dash,
wispy crescent rustle from,
a piebald furry deer,
nocturnal stealth enshrouded,
silver tint antler scoops,
limp orange leaf detritus,
canopy of maroon ink,
black mist dewdrops spill,
corral Northern Bobwhite quest,
shuddersome elk teeters on,
bituminous coal summit,
cast a pearl oyster glance,
into an uncanny precipice,
enigmatic phenocryst ravines,
spellbound immersive trickle,
species of the dome shape,
muted in clandestine trot,
oe’r mushroom quandary in crossing,
to slink away the eerie stillness
You wait
In chortled glee
Time’s ticking toll
Sharpening itself
‘neath your dark robe
And I
Poor fool
Fear not your sting
As naught is left
But tatters
Of past now’s
And you
Life’s dark companion
Have counted every step
Held sway
Lest I falter
Seasoned my errors
With adrenal angst
I wait
In grimaced glee
Enshrouded
In an endless
Thinning veil
Awaiting
If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever,
Drop your mask and carry me in your embrace,
As a panther, lie in wait for me, not to steal me away,
But to dance with me in the love's palace we yearn for.
The storm inside of me is silently disarmed,
In the quiet chambers, with the murmur of an abandoned river,
Cast my becoming into the future's pastels,
And blend into my passage, smooth as a muse in flight.
If you add to our struggles the salt and bitterness of life,
Wield your character like an art of pure mastery,
Your sincerity will be a lighthouse in the darkness,
And may you wander far from the sneaky chains of deductions.
Rather, go and sculpt your language from mute gestures,
Mysterious, as the eyes speak what words cannot,
And let your steps be guided by robust melodies,
That feed my hungry eyes with beauty and shape.
Now follow the steps that promise ungrasped bonds,
And don't forget the light that must end the enshrouded spectacle,
So that in the end, my soul may be enmeshed in your nets,
And you enclose it in a labyrinth of love, to gift it immortality and the eternal.
It never shines for the most ,
it is enshrouded by heavy, leaden
clouds.
Shines for the few extremely
well.
They shape it with great
care and it never touches
them and
the other suffer systematically.
Their shoulders never withstand
His sonorous voice .
They always seek shelter
from the rainy happiness.
Oh Lord ,Oh Lord ,i beg you,
i beg you to obliterate
the inhuman, gold.
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From Monsoon clouds, rain descends in shrouds,
Thunder and Lightning, in fear we are enshrouded,
When rain bids adieu, Sun's glow reappears,
Rainbow graces the skies, allaying our fears.
Birds serenade, while the rainbow stands tall,
Nature's artistry praised by one and all,
Twists and turns, events nature confides,
A dance of elements, where wonder abides.
When one is in love, world seems to be a lovely place,
When one is alone, world seems to be a lonely place,
When quarantined due to pandemics, world seems to be an isolated place,
When social activities flourish, world becomes a habitable place,
This is a twist and turn event in which social desires take place.
When you succeed, joy prevails,
When you lose, agony awaits,
When you are pessimistic, gloom prevails,
When you are optimistic, happiness awaits,
This is a twist and turn event of survival, life anticipates.
Countless life's events, shape where we strive,
Embrace optimism, for sunbeams will arrive.
I dwell where shadows hide behind your window,
Whispering secrets, silent and unseen,
Or walk alone beneath the rowan tree,
As trees splinter leaves with summer joy.
When the walls of dusk descend, twilight’s descent,
Casting its somber grasp upon the land,
My spirit, deeply entrenched in earthly clay,
Seeks refuge within nature’s divine command.
I bide my time, a thief in the night, to steal your love,
A covert pursuit through the fabric of time and space,
Beyond verdant fields and fertile soil,
Where passion blossoms with enchanting grace.
Here, love is enshrouded within shadowed shores,
A hidden trove, a treasure buried deep in the sand,
Yet within the abyss of longing’s embrace,
Hope persists, forever clutched within my hand.
As the summer sun caresses the foliage with warmth,
Fragmented rays of light frolic in playful delight,
But clouds betray their fleeting mirth,
Concealing the truth that yearns to take flight.
Within this dance of shadows and light,
Love’s quest persists, unyielding, unafraid,
For even through the darkest, starless night,
Eternal ardor burns, undimmed, unswayed.
This morning I was accepting and governing in my seventh decade,
twilight crept and words without sound said, you're just a facade,
then the darkness enshrouded,
and the sheild of confidence faced the sword of doubt,
time and change are guaranteed constants,
how much time do I have,
what personal changes must I make or reluctantly accept or adapt to,
quivering qualms quake my equilibrium,
Timbuk 3 said, the futures so bright, I gotta wear shades,
but my approaching future is marching with obscurity,
one dare not peak over the horizon again,
for this man once trembled at a ghastly presence,
I've heard it's all about the journey and not the destination,
and this journey has given me so much love,
although I'm guilty of not reciprocating in equal amounts,
taking things for granted has always been a failing of mine,
all things will pass and perhaps remembered,
and journeys will change direction once in a while,
during these seven decades, I know what truly matters,
its who's face that smiles when I'm in their company.
Names?
The words
Created for us
On heavens above
By Lord
While He was
Sitting on His throne
By
The Banks of
Melodic heavenly waterfalls
Hearing
Charming notes
He must have
Called our souls with
These names
While sitting there
Enshrouded by the clouds
Of light
That's why
Often
In lonesome nights
In moonless rains
We hear
The silent calls
As someone is calling us
From far off skies
Whose whispers hovers
With
winds
Away from the channels of stars
These all silent calls
Are the echoes of
His beauteous tunes
Our names?
Which are only ours
Souls come and go
Same name may be Repeated!
On face of this earth
But
no one can
Take our place
No one can
Snatch our names
No one
No one
can ever do that
Our names
Are
The shooting stars of
His galaxy
That never returns
As doth
We...
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