ELAN OF LIBERATION
prescriptive
pontification
resemble
transitional
identification
options
consolation
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identifications
harmonise
figural
situations
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impetuous
elements
conniving
authenticity
cherished
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When children are the target,
We begin to write our horror stories,
For what will remain of us in this world we call home?
What will become of the echoes of soles and heels on the streets at dawn and twilight?
When children are the target,
Who will schools open their doors to?
Who will harmonise the voices of the instructors on the assembly ground?
Who will sit behind those desks with keen eyes, curious minds, and warm smiles?
Who will rush out of their classrooms at the sound of the bell to the awaiting embrace?
When children are the target,
Who will bring colour to our days at home?
Who will run joyfully through the sunlit fields, glowing with the leaves and petals?
Who will sit with us, gazing at the night sky, awed by its beauty?
When children are the target,
Grief will rise like smoke from our homes,
The graveyard will mourn for the trampled buds,
The universe will rage and fume,
The elements will be sorely displeased.
When children are the target,
The race we run will be futile,
The applause will not reverberate,
And the portrait of our society will remain perpetually blotched.
February 4, 2026.
Sing me lullaby,
I would rather cry
Than try hard to sleep...
And dream you so deep.
Forget of sweet voice,
Yours- always my choice
Lyrics harmonise...
My empty ears' rise.
I might feel your lips;
And wander its grips,
Of lovely words stream...
That sweep off my scream
Off doubt not so pale;
Cum fear, if love fail.
father-san said no
to my succulent June bug
who wrote me love songs
we harmonise together
under the swinging lanterns
Crimson carnations create chords of casual charm,
Happy hyacinths harmonise in their psychedelic hues,
Bright bubbles of hope in crusading sunset,
Soft sepia smiles sent down from the Shepherd above,
Burnished beams of bright sunrays ballet in between birches,
An emerald euphony of jasper jingles and obsidian operas,
Salmon welkin croons its crescendo as it turns indigo,
The warbling waves wind up in a waltz,
Evening falls softly in various shades of blue,
All's well with the world of woven wonders.
Lines taken from the following poems:
Serenading sunset
Moonstone melodies
Autumn leaves
Fiery sunset
In the shadow of sunlight
Chrysanthemum Hymns
Spring sonata
It started with a blank canvas
The lilt of lilac melodies
Haven of hope
Speak kindness, for it costs nothing but means everything,
Speak kindness, for it plants seeds in barren hearts.
Speak kindness, for it's the currency of compassion,
Speak kindness, for it bridges the gaps between souls.
Give voice to empathy, let it echo in empty spaces,
Give voice to understanding, let it resonate in silent rooms.
Give voice to support, let it amplify the whispers of the weak,
Give voice to love, let it harmonise with the world's discord.
Utter words of encouragement, they're the roots of confidence,
Utter words of praise, they're the branches of self-worth
Our innate creative urge to sing a hymn,
is perhaps aimed at making our eye single,
that head melding with heart, in the void we swim,
bliss drenched in rapture as pheromones mingle.
To harmonise within, the life pulse dual,
all we do is employ love as the fuel,
with our heart now pure, life’s trials we endure,
in childlike playfulness, vibrant yet demure.
Children of summer yearn for Gemini moon.
To gaze at porcelain light beaming from high.
As twilight kisses stars in mild midnight June,
stalwart sun-kissed blooms soar towards sable sky.
Soul's at peace, fusing with nature's mellow tune,
but knowing scents will fade, brings tears to the eye.
Fate seems fragile for blossoming butterflies,
who crave to migrate where seasons harmonise.
I
awake
to swirling
aural vision
a dawn nirvana
dazzling shades crisp allure
from earth to faraway sky
clouds that drift, float and harmonise
birds that scatter leafs on green clad trees
imposing mountain peak’s peerless zenith
Early morning horde salute day ahead
zestful footstep mandate for gumption
fervour under the sun-drenched copse
Water sprinkler’s icy spray
cast in rainbow droplet
wet haired strollers grin
beyond a douse
dream colours
gold reign
now
A dense fog envelopes the valley today
The scene seems supernatural,
straight out of a fairy tale
Even as Nature's song plays out...
A light breeze brushes the bushes
and rows of roses regale with their refrains,
Lilies lilting to the lyrics of aurora allure the muse
Dahlias dally in a delicate dance
And merry marigolds move to the music of the morn
Chrysanthemums croon along in an enchanting cadence
Spring has arrived to perform its sonata...
Bougainvilleas belt out the blues
Cherry blossoms cheer and chant the chorus
Jubilant jasmines jive joyously in unison
Happy hyacinths harmonise in their psychedelic hues
Birdies chirp, squirrels squeak and doves warble,
adding their bit to this Spring composition
The fog lifts, lighting up the chromatic vale...
The Master Director of this orchestra is to be praised
for bringing out the best music Spring can ever produce.
Dream catchers chime in the wind,
like soft tones of a xylophone.
Melodic melancholic rain,
is free flowing,
but morning birds still arrive,
sitting on wet window sills,
singing about their desires.
In daffodil daydreams,
the breeze resonates like a flutist,
gently swaying bluebells in a rhythmic flow,
as pink, silver and lilac heather spread
around a bed of golden violet crocus.
Under my magnificent magnolia tree,
ivory petals dance in puddles upon
damp lawns with fresh grass,
weeping love songs strummed
on acoustic strings of green.
Sprinkles of drizzle sparkle,
like an absent lover's ostinato,
caressing the earth in a
rhapsody of tender kisses,
nourishing it's soul to harmonise with
a symphony of returning sun rays.
As a chorus of clouds clear in
a final crescendo, introducing
sapphire hues with golden delight,
rainbow pastels bless the tempo
of rows of tantalising tulips
in kaleidoscopic shades -
as natures breathes in alternating fusion.
Speak the truth with intent to be helpful
Praise more, criticise less, with smile beautiful
Reach out often, rekindling past moments colourful
Empathise without attempting to weigh or size
Accept loving gestures in childlike surprise
Desist from declaring we are more wise
Illuminate the relationship with a touch kind
Nip in the bud discord that makes us misaligned
Greet and meet cheerfully, sowing seeds that bind
Hand out thank you notes expressing our gratitude
Appear when skies darken to fortify fortitude
Positivity and optimism be our attitude
Practice love’s presence without pretence
Inject in every moment soul’s innate effulgence
Normalise and harmonise faults using common sense
Energise life with the vibrancy pure love’s intention
Sanctify words we speak, through meditation
Surrender to flow of life, softening attention
25-March-2023
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Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?” For it is not wise to ask such questions.
Ecclesiastes 7:10
WHY WERE THE OLD DAYS BETTER THAN THESE
Thank you God for the warmth in this cup of coffee.
Like mittens on my hands, a loving touch to my face.
I wrap my fingers around the panoramic scene of snow.
Red, white and green trees firmly planted. Snowflake
designs and its song implied, “Baby it’s cold outside.”
My purple sweatshirt and blue plaid socks harmonise.
The time of year we look for snow to fall on shoulders,
my own, but my hair’s dyed - many a Winter, fools.
I stay in shape the best I can - guarded, punching life.
Thank you God for wisdom, deep and coffee strong.
11/15/2022
Now I fly !
May my gifts spread across our
blue-green Globe as I return to Sky
may my smile ripple in open hearts
as I dance on an orange horizon
may my healings remain
remembered balms and my
presence a white feather in
your cocked hat
May my meals remain flavourful
tastes on your tongue and my
touch soft breezes spiralling
sacred secrets
may my glance remain a
glistening gem in germination
and my breath a warm
whisper in your cosy beds
May my grey hairs nourish Earth
as I harmonise with angelic harps
my consummated flesh becoming
a silent magnolia at your window
May each slender match you use to
light your candle kindle my flame
that melts your marrow !
May tangled tears you shed for me
become crystal water that slates your
thirst after each marathon month
and may gentle colours of my
wash day become fragrant seeds
you plant afresh in damp Earth gay...
May soft indigo that vein my lids
cloak your luminosity in each
unfolding hour as ambrosia
arms to embrace my baton
you now hold aloft !
Now I fly !
A long needed break
Away from the crowd,
somewhere above the cloud,
where only peace prevails,
Where I can shout aloud,
I wanna go.
Tranquillity within I require,
to blow off the burning fire ,
where no existence exists,
to censure, the task persist,
I wanna go.
A blamer always blames,
a doer always does,
a gamer plays a game,
some try to equipoise their name,
To quit, I wanna go.
On top of the hills,
where quietness is only heard,
where aversion can no longer impart,
destined not to be loved,
I wanna go.
Require a much needed long break ,
at bay from home, all alone,
where I verbalise, to the nature,
Who gives and gives but upto a certain limit,
To learn, I wanna go.
To seek strength from the umbworld,
to revitalise myself from the crux,
to harmonise my heart, mind and soul ,
to live to accomplish, to play my part of role,
to reborn ,I wanna go.
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