You cool my being when it's catastrophically sad.
When you just touch my skin, it's my mind that goes gladly mad.
The rhythm of classic music fills your pitter-patter
Between you and the wind, what exactly is the chatter?
My heart, like a red rose, blooms. The aroma of love spreads.
From within, as a thick speck of summer dust, ego shreds
Is there, between you and the earth, a passionate debate?
Joy, like new sprouts, from my interiors rejuvenates.
Do you mirror my sadness? You erased my tears, I know.
Don't you know, that it's out of inner pain that the tears blow?
Lightning peeps from clouds like a shy girl behind her mother.
Each bubble in troubled waters tries to smash the other.
I feel cleansing, like freshness of physique after a bath.
Is the thunder raising its voice a sign of divine wrath?
Zeus, Oya, Indra, and Hyades dance in euphoria.
There's, on earth, a rhyme and chime of Amen Alleluia.
How finely twilight applies lipstick to the sky!
His brush touches each fold as the sky does shy.
Eyebrows and eyelashes he so minutely paints,
As though powerful prayers and blessings of the saints...!
Why do Nyx and Hyades at this juncture weep,
As though widowed by Zeus lost their eternal sleep?
Maiden stars get wet and miss their timely twinkle,
Rain, as though hysteric, on clouds showers sprinkle...!
The moon, entering, like a bold ballet dancer,
Blinks as though to the night's quiz he has no answer;
Nature, as routine, her seasonal games enacts,
Nyx, Hyades and Zeus act as per rhythmic facts...!!!
03 March 2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Scorpions Seminally Sting
Jubilant skies once filled my eyes all upon the morning hue
Sweet caress gave me happiness upon the embrace of you
Sunshine spread with love ahead all amongst heavens view
A kiss divine taste like wine as the angels smiled in our debut
Moonlit beams in lovers dreams for hearts began their woo
Emotions rippled and desires tripled in lusts erupted spew
Then clouds of grey were there to stay as love began to skew
Our immortal bliss in the black abyss of Hyades special brew
Within evil eyes in just disguise I drank your elixir of voodoo
A scorpion sting a bridal ring and your poison dripping thru.
Sept.26.2018
Lines of ten that remind you
what it was like back then
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 1'st [#7]
How I admire mankind's creative shine,
that may turn stone from plain to something new.
With pencil he designs machines on line,
and paints us scenes - surrealistic view.
Law, architecture, engineering claim,
all wholesome change from late accepted ways.
Past knowledge gained, though useful, dare not frame,
our lives aren't chained in by surrounding stays.
Professions based on people's outward needs,
reflect the glory gate of human mind.
An opportune chance using reins of steeds
to enter fair Daedalian fields sublime.
Vast space where might one find our equal force,
in Taurus' Pleiades or Hyades?
Should we give wait or take some fine new course,
to range the darken skies or take our ease?
How I admire man's bright and worthy side,
his reasoning powers reigning most supreme.
His talents like the raging river wide,
man - I do hold now thee in high esteem.
Titles
Jingling bells on the camel drawn cart
A Memorable Ride for the day to start.
The good old days when cars so few
The multi attired costume looked all anew.
Rajasthan tunes for me to savour
Completing The Lines in all its flavour.
Not to forget their Tribute To Hyades
To fill the oasis in their scorched dire needs.
Folk lore of rustics Enslaved To Time
Mother Of The Age they still hold pristine.
Balveen Cheema
September 12, 2015
Contest: Titles
Sponsor: Pendleton Arkwright
* Rajasthan in India is known for its rioting colours, rich culture, folklore and regality.
Silhouetted my love stood,
With scant disdain to melting drops,
A smile touched her cherubic face,
When Zephyr touched her silky locks,
That kissed her misty eyes.
Up she raised her face,
And drank in the wine of love,
That Hyades had poured into her quivering lips,
Quenching every corner of her heart with love.
Tilting her head softly,
She turned with her doe like eyes,
As if beckoning me,
While she slowly glided nymph like
Into the cloudy drizzle.
(July 24, 2015)
April 29, 2016
New Faves Part 2
For Andrea Dietrich
Turning into an angelic beast,
Here is the ugly Narcissist....
For others! She cared least,
Here's the ugly Narcissist.
When the plot of life got revealed,
She had a role to lead.
Sanguine She, was now so turbid,
Like Sophocles! Hard to get rid.
But it doesn't end here! still some to indite,
the lost rhyme and a will to fight.....
With a lesson, not to hold it with Arms,
Took birth a new Epigram.
Arrival of an elate metre of vicissitude,
came a wave of valedictory for turpitude.
She breathed out of that tearful cyst....
Citherns and Citoles singing "You! No more a Narcissist".
Coffining the corpse of heart,
She ambled on a new start.
Towards Quibla!! Hearkening to a Dole above,
reached a Kingdom, with the blind wind's shove.
On the Schrezo of Hyades,
Condoning the satyr envoy of bliss.
In the elfin's grot ! To meet Her,
Came someone, with a Scepter.
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