Never imagined an emotional blow
Could crush a bubbly gorgeous girl's world,
For whom the universe was an enchanting lore,
With bird's songs and flowers in the vase!
The garden turned barren,
The swing stopped moving,
Koels stopped cooing,
Roses lost their hue.
Sky no more looked azure,
Raindrops did not whisper love,
All she faced was fear and harshness,
No compassionate faces around.
With hurt, suffering and cruel abuse
Inflicted on a tender mind,
Delicate petals of her heart
Didn't crumble, turned resolute inside.
A promise she made to the ones dear,
Never will she bow to an oppressor,
Strength and courage she imbibed
From the family who fondly raised her.
Like a Sphinx she rose from the ashes,
She remained unflinching in any misery.
As a grass blade survives,
Rough wind could not shake her prowess,
She is never a victim, because her soul is undefeated. .
In an island amidst the seamless seas,
lost in the warmth of a dream-like enchanting moment,
I sense a smooth placid stillness and repose.
As the golden ball ascends,
light bids adieu to the dark with a soft kiss -
the sky welcomes her beloved with a vermilion smile.
Mind greets thoughts anew that evoke delight,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope.
The morning sky glows in rays of nature's lamp,
warm and vibrant, it heals my soul.
Ten lines taken from the following poems:
1. In My Dream
2. Sunflowers
3. To Leave All Cares Behind
4. Waiting for Light
5.The Glory of Dawn
6. Vermilion Sunrise at Kanyakumari
7. Mindful Moments
8. My Blossoms
9. Soothing Serenity
10. To Belong
Around the lake on midsummer days,
A garden blooms in vivid display,
Red, yellow, white, pink, and gold,
Daisies, Bougainvillea, Dahlia, bold.
Palash trees with fiery hues,
Mirror pink and white lotus views,
Daisies and jasmine garland the shore,
While dandelions and Putush are often ignored.
Summer birds, parakeets, koels, and more,
Trill sweet songs that the wind will soar,
Love birds Papiha sing their tune,
Their voices float beneath the moon.
Papihas cherish summer's embrace,
Sing songs of love with gentle grace,
If one should die, the other will leap,
To join their love in a celestial sleep.
Birds care not for who they sing,
Their voices carry on the wind's swift wing.
Their songs unite us, both near and far,
A reminder of the beauty that we are.
A melodious symphonic journey by the rose-bush….
No more waiting…air is crisp and delightful again,
Mystical breeze waltzing, whistling romantic stories,
Pristine clouds floating like sailboats in the ocean,
Grasses gleefully swaying showcasing their exuberant colours,
Velvety and silky to tread on,
Evergreens feel despondent and lonely no more,
Spring is at the door!
Aquamarine horizon with crimson hue,
Drowns my senses in lilac reverie,
Koels and Bulbuls unhesitatingly tweet songs!
Swirling vibrant colours of rainbow in palette...
Fragrant graceful flowers waking up from slumber,
Sky is singing an ebullient tale, and...
Faraway sonata of a season whispers
Dreams soothing and gentle on my eyes!
Spring birds cooing a celestial melody of sitar,
Strings plucked gently with fingers fine,
Floating clouds play violin with their gliding movements,
Breeze paints a picture of grace and harmony of Cello,
Leaves murmur an ensemble of a deeply expressive flute,
A memorable sonata is created divine!
Blackish, brownish, and greyish clouds on zenith call,
The white lambs like the ones below, unheeding, crawl;
The immaculate white egrets in elation,
Mock the grey herons, in calm Zen meditation;
Kow-kow of cuckoos and the coo-ee of koels,
Sound and resound in the idyllic nature strolls...!
A sense of sadness, yet, surrounds my whole being,
A bit of depression evokes a forced fleeing;
Memories fly beyond realms of nostalgia,
And soon turn into terrible cephalalgia;
Your flight beyond the skies toward spaces unknown,
Comes to stay in the nimbus of my mind, forlorn...!
Those plants and flowers; butterflies and honeybees,
Those streams and rocks and mossy slippery tall trees;
Those frogs and fish and clams and mussels and wrasses,
Those fine foams collected around like molasses;
All these bring to my mind those golden days bygone,
Come back, if you can, dear, that I may find new dawn...!!!
20 June 2023
Any Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Unrolling aroma around,
blooms the marvel of peru;
Yellow and dark peach are their hues
and the red hearts inside never fail to
amuse.
Kopsias the pink beauties,
Ixoras the colourful cuties,
Pin wheels the white queens
Every one happily waves and grins
When the summer sun is about to set
when blowing breeze wipes out sweats,
swinging on the contorted branches, koels sing
melodious harmony to the garden they bring
Rising crescent moon,
roosting birds' tunes,
redolent night flowers,
are tuneful treat to eyes, nose and ears
These are my evening bliss,
which I never want to miss
the earth wakes up to
soothing early morning rhythms~
songs of asian koel
black beauty bestows
rising notes and rhythmic tunes~
to musician birds
robins and thrushes
then join the team to begin~
sublime dawn chorus
Asian koel, robins and thrushes
August 14 2021
For the contest ' song birds' by Tania kitchin
soft
dew drops
quivering
on lotus leaves
lithe jui flowers sprawled
white orange-hued buds
clouds glide tangerine sky
koels croon symphony
mehndi bushes
faint fragrant
birds soar
free
Written on August 9, 2021
Note: Experimented with this descriptive verse of two stanzas - starts with one word, one syllable - goes up to six lines with six syllables (increasing syllables). Second stanza vice versa - begins with six, and it ends with one word, one syllable (decreasing).
FIRST PLACE
A Brian Strand 1 to 14 lines Poetry contest
“wherefrom came the exalted divine thought,
that inspirations along with it brought?”
_______________________________
Presence in innocence, merrily sails
Playfully garnering truth behind veils
Subconscious melding with the conscious mind
The superconscious is so far behind
Treading gently upon the holy grail
Vibrations imbibed by resonation
Distilled in the glowing heart play station
In-pours blessings by grace, thus face to face
No goals to chase, thoughts flow at easy pace
Mindfully so penned, poets celebration
Indian koels glow, through music flows
Rose fragrance mellow, uplifts minds shallow
Dance of innocence, seeks no audience
Bliss cadence, in divine entwined parlance
This we do know: God leads and poets follow
03-June-2021
The Poet’s Hands Are Tied Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Raising tunes of the koels in the morning
Interfering voices of the crows in between
Alarming sound of the hens and cocks
Tik tiks of woodpeckers that knock
Mild whistle of munias unplanned
Loud drums of babblers in band
Mimicry mynas that often recite
Songs of the robins on the site
Bewitching tunes of tailor birds
Kreech of parrots utter clear words
Are the prevailing voices of our earth
which provide succour to earth in breath
What if no Birds' sounds?
No grass Seeds will pierce the ground
Then the earth will go silent
and so the flowers turn violent
So praise the song of birds
For it's the soul of this world
That has the power to raise
the souls wilting due to curse
I wish thee a great day
And of course come what may
You will make a superb hay
A new beginning for you today
Saw you first in Vizag 2015 May
Glad to see you prosper everyday
Being born near the Bengal Bay
Highly educated you are I say
Tweet the birds koels and jay
Of your calibre and powerful ray..!!
Someday I’ll learn to stop loving
Someday I’ll learn not to put up with you or me or the world
Someday I’ll learn not to reciprocate to the koels
Someday I’ll learn not to seek the rain
And I’ll be liberated forever
Empty bags, cans and empty wine-glasses
Ashes from a burning corpse
The shooting star that fell from the sky
And I make love between your legs
And I’ll be liberated forever
-Puvi-
I see my beauty beautified with lust
Came she near without any fear for first
With rosy lips and shiny eyes of mist
Astonished I as she gave hugging twist.
With the moon spooning the way that day we
Into the meadows closely walking see
A sheet of roses spread only for us
Lost in thoughts to occupy touching thus
Inspired with the love sick koels roused a
Desire deepened in me, saw I that day
Some sort of fear, for it is my thirst
Reached her lips of mine touching when she burst
The koels got apart after mating
Laughing I felt with a hurt of digging
Gathered courage I welcomed her to me
She melt herself giving the love of DEE
Koels like Gandhians,
The best Singers,
Without homes!
The Peepal timidly peeped
From amid those tiny cracked bricks
Seeking the warm sunlight
It spread its arms wide
The rain water tenderly seeped
Nurturing this sapling that bravely sticks
Its head out into the foreign light
Against the crumbling wall’s side
The sapling grew diligently forward
From a young to a mature tree
A haven for chattering mynahs and singing koels
That feasted on its berries
These airy messengers when lifted upwards
Carrying its seeds and flying free
Until perching here or there they roll
The sleeping seeds into nurseries
The mighty Peepal now strong and tall
Viewed the green kingdom of trees
The wind carried its proud call
To spread the magic of walking trees
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