I sat under the mango tree since morning
why didn't you, O sweetie come?
I had gathered a basket full of mangoes,
all juicy and awesome.
Some orange, some red, in yellow summer air,
O honey, I waited every hour
Lofty branches, over ripe in trust,
our love smells sweet, don't turn it sour.
Please come soon , it's already noon,
close into my open arms.
Who knows when, the gardener comes,
gushing a bulldozer to his farms.
Let's caress, hug and kiss under the mango tree
but careful, raise no alarms...
Somewhere in the distance,
I can hear siren fading in turbulent space
Your ambrosia sweet is running down
salty tears through my face...
Our golden treasure we need to hide,
till we meet another time and place.
Date written :20th May 2020
Received an NA in BRIAN'S CHOICE N,any form,any theme which was judged on 20th May 2020
Written in a friendly collaboration chat with Abhilaaj
Categories:
gushing(a), lost love,
Form: Rhyme
I came upon a small and narrow stream
where there was a continuous flow.
Its liquid sounds were fresh and light
and played music in my ears.
Its current ran from high to low
gaining speed as it traveled on.
Over rocks, and valleys I saw it move
as it picked up speed along the way.
Gravity being the stream’s master,
pushed it farther and farther still.
By the time it reached its destination,
it was gushing a symphony of music.
The music went from light and free
to sounding astounding and abounding
till all around could here it’s song
surrounding us loud and clear.
This runoff flowed with such grace
It made my heart race and pound
Ever greater with each movement
Till my heart was full and fluid too.
April 9, 2019
Intensity Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Julia Ward
Categories:
gushing(a), beauty, music, song, sound,
Form: Free verse