Met by chance a coincidence
Met by chance a sudden whim by the side of a window isle , speedy montage , a train track
Never to fancy about a becoming, monsieur
Before then too t'was a maiden, a shrew, enjambment and a refrain, clerihew!
A gorgeously red wedding chant, a royal vow, know-how
pomegranate a hue, a blushing knew!
Today, the silky hue was a blackened clue, inconclusive
a garment and arose an eve, and a grievance whence Eden sank in grief!
Fancied about a wall, non , none, never, to belong
a myrtle a suntanned thistle thal home bound, a letter poem, enclosed envelope!
From hothat dekha an early composition
Hothat Dekha | | Voice : Rajib Mahata
COMPLEXITY OF EXPRESSION-:-
familiar
pleasure
surprised
pulsating
prose
of OPAQUE REMAINS
gorgeously
triumphant
idiosyncratic
tangled
tones
in PECULIAR POISE
surveying
remaindered
glimpsed
random
chance
We all wanted to inherit Aunt Ida’s ruby choker.
It is gorgeously set with rubies, emeralds and diamonds.
Are they real or fakes? Someone asked. .
Carol, a very annoying in-law.
She should have no right to this gorgeous piece.
We lied and told her they are all faux gems.
We know better.
But we know another thing about this relative.
She is a thief, so lying to her was easy.
I would wear it anyway, she told us.
Aunt Ida always cautioned us to never wear it to bed.
Our cousin Lulu inherited it.
Wore it to bed.
Was found the next day, deceased.
That’s when we decided Carol should have it.
We told her it would be good luck to wear it to bed.
The misty mask of winter ambience melts away,
turning the sky into a cobalt cauldron,
from where the ambrosia of spring descends
with sequined aura through the diaphanous air.
Gossamer clouds gorgeously embroidered
with the wispy ribbons of regal robe appear.
The sunburst sky sprays surreal spectrum
on the dew-crowned emerald meadow.
On the cadenced flow of joyous zephyr
floral fragrance finds the aromatic course,
trails the beguiled butterflies flittering
in the rhythmic waves of spring symphony.
The serenading wind entices me with blissful tune,
argentine moonbeam suffuses me with gracious gleam.
The cascading cadence of the concerto of zephyr,
drifting from the harmonic plateau of exultation,
makes ripples of melody in the lilac lake of my heart,
pulsating with the eclectic pace of endless ecstasy.
I then feel the wondrous southern wind wafts
with your scintillating scent to allure me
to the amorous ambience of your grace.
Its silver sequins swing with the refrain
of the mesmeric moonbeam melody,
resonating with the echo of rapture
of your spring’s timeless sonata, I love
when I listen to the wind.
I romanticize you.
No color will change the portrait I have painted of you in my mind.
You could be black and white and still to me you are intricately dynamic.
Your eyes are the window in which I feel gorgeously presented.
Your soul is a breath of fresh air, something someone might only get to touch once in their whole lonely life.
Look at you.
I mean really look and see how wonderfully made and sculpted you are.
My dear, you are art in the simplest way.
Southern Rata (is a stunning Kiwi Tree)
Red or scarlet harlots instead...a bucolic frolic..
Tranches spread as if bulbous branches have gorgeously bled..
Overpowering flowering towers glimmer…fanciful fairytale shimmers showering...
Such vim...swim on a whim..sprouting on an outing from their pouting wooden limb....
A delight..refining..shining bright.. defining.. these bizarrely beautifully gnarly trees...
Crimson collage..insisting snarling tendril darlings..timber tentacles twisting…a magical mirage....
Marooned yet cocooned in a festooned lagoon...wouldn't barter anything…
To swoon at the miracle..spectacular boon of Southern Rata ...
A flash of shiny blue silk waddles into view of the bamboo stalks
a distinct crown and Egyptian painted eye; his beak is golden
Male peacock, shows his glorious feathers,
his symmetrical design gorgeously done
He courageously wanders onto a cliff of gray shale,
The moon is not any shinier than his magnificent feathers;
Other creatures are in awe, marveling at his unique costume
A feathery concoction that his wife does not dare wear,
Her muted browns help her keep their eggs in hiding.
My Famous Favorite Poet,
One day, I'll write like you own it.
Your gorgeously written sonnet,
Mines are like bees in my bonnet.
Words hum dimly and don't brighten,
Yours float high, and they enlighten.
All my poems acquire honey,
They buzz about sounding funny.
Each of your sonnets shines like gold,
With words that glow, so all behold.
My poems hid inside a beehive,
While yours outside gets a high five.
I hope to write like your sonnet,
Honeyed butter like Bluebonnet.
The siblings were barefooted, so walking was painful.
Gretel was tiring of this adventure when she saw a light.
I hope it is a castle, she suggested. Hansel squeezed her hand.
Maybe it is a spaceship that will whisk us off to a bakery.
They laughed at their silliness.
At the edge of a clearing they saw a candy house.
It was gorgeously decorated with peppermint candies.
Must be a mirage, Hansel said. Gretel did not know what that meant.
They ran down the hill, their bare feet not as tender now.
Do you think we should taste it? Gretel asked.
No one had answered the door.
As they began to consume the house a voice said
“Come in Children!”
faint essence exudes
gentle generosity
I’m swept by your scent
carnival raiment
gorgeously garbed in motley
I’m lost in your charms
following each leaf
landing lightly down below
I’m falling for you
the doors are gorgeously done
as is the ornate design of the entire building
a complete package, not difficult to find in Venice
Old world magic, in the form of architecture
created by some of the world’s finest artesians
not found in many places, but found here
I take a photo, but it will never be complete enough
too flat to fully express the expressions of this beauty
I wonder how many creators worked on this archway
and the balcony above it; was it done all at once
or did someone add these touches one by one afterwards?
I take six more photographs, knowing they will never be this awe inspiring.
Massive, monumental, mammoth, mighty, and marvelous
Has my magnificence been devoid of arduousness?
With an unknown collision of plates, as though two hearts
With folding, faulting, and fondling, nature creates my parts.
There's in me, life-like evolution and involution.
Volcanoes and earthquakes bring me inner persecution.
I try to grow tall with my steep, sharp, sloping, sliding sides.
Within my compassionate folds, any scared creature hides.
With snow capped peaks, valley glaciers, and river gorges
I've flora and fauna that are gorgeously glorious.
Caring cliffs call the creatures to the peaks to touch the sky.
Fountains, streams, and rivers from me towards the sea flow by.
Amidst strong stone shifting, rock rifting, and boulder bouncing
Amidst storms, rains, avalanches, landslides, and floods, astounding
I exist, as the plains and seas, a part of the cosmos.
When and how I'll rise or fall, the Almighty alone knows.
All is so,
Beautiful,
Captivating,
Delightfully,
Exquisite,
Fairy like,
Gorgeously gregarious,
Hummingbird with,
Iridescent wings,
Just heavenly,
Kindling,
Life Within,
Myself,
Nameless,
Oceans of love,.
Penetrating the,
Quintessence of being,
Radiating reality of,
Spiritual connectedness,
Touching
Ubiquity and the,
Vicinity of Heavens,
Wonders,
Xenon arc connects as,
Yahweh Bridges,
Zeno’s paradox!
May 2024
An ethereal lady visiting us!
She arrives magnificently dressed
In white silky laces, and exquisite silver jewellery,
Glistening and glittering, in a light feathery gown.
She breezes in dancing and prancing around the trees,
But gradually her angelic silhouette gets blurred
By a luminous veil - her dainty slender figure
Becoming translucent to our eyes...
With her celestial magic wand, she turns the tall
Evergreens gorgeously adorned with
Shimmering snow-pellets, each snowflake reflecting
Elation and ecstasy concealed and crystallized!
Gorgeously gleaming gems of hope
For fate that hangs in uphill slope
They shine so bright to give new light
To a path that fades out of sight
They gleam and glow like pristine snow
Like crystal clear fountain, they flow
Their glimmer makes a bright new day
Their fair flares make a holiday
And even when the moon is dark
Their flickers give a hopeful spark
The faint hearts shine in deep delight
Over their wonders, fair and bright
Stars of clarity poetry contest
3rd place
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