Long Alight Poems
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I live only to find you
With the moonbeam you alight
Glitter like the shine of silver night.
In my longing meadow
Like the dawn’s dew drops you glow
I will see you make my love sparkle.
I live only to adore you
As you walk with glee
On silver soaked beach of the sea
The waves bring strings of pearl
On your ivory feet they curl
I will make my love adorn you.
I live only to seek you
An angel treading my dream trail
Face radiates through the stardust veil.
Your embrace takes me on a flight
My heart cascades like stream of delight
I will carry you with love in its flow forever.
I live only to need you
As I walk in the wasteland lonely
You will take me to the blooming valley
My longing will turn into flower for you
Our future will be tinged by its hue
I will let my love enfold spring time evermore.
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April 6, 2023
Contest : I Only Live To Love You
Sponsored by : JCB Brul
In Pushkar a ride in a camel cart
Is an experience quite apart
From all other animal rides
That neither glides nor slides
The rusty brown coat of the camel
Ne’er shines like a vase of enamel
It carries a big hump on its back
A convenient place for a whack
With its head raised high
It looks upward to the sky
Draws inspiration to pull the cart
The ride is now about to start
The roller-coaster ride begins
Bumpy road jerks hit like pins
The camel plods with long strides
Oblivious of our terrible plights
We hold on precariously at the sides
The ship of the desert ploughs through the tides
Exhausted and disheveled we come to a stop
We alight from the cart needing a prop
END
Together they sat by the side of a jumping cataract
Watching the sunlight dancing through the smoky vapour
With every droplet mirroring a spectrum of shades
Dreamt of a time when they would be man n’ wife
Never knowing one would vanish out from the sky like a rainbow.
He was a candle that glowed luminous
Emitting undeniable light of love and warmth
Who shone on her like the light of a harvest moon
A pillar, she thought, she could twine round
Like a creeping vine on a trellis
Now, as she sees the homing bird coming to join its mate
And listens to the notes of a nightingale from the deserted wood
She thinks of him and slips into an abyss of agony and longing
With waves of commotion swirling in her head
And sees her sky suddenly turning stygian black
When the setting sun in its twilight glows
When the waning day’s last glorious rays enclose
She seeks him in the hovering silence and seclusion of life
And wonder if love adrift and lost in the air
Would return once more to alight in her shattered heart....!
October.17.2022
~Placed First~
Inspired by a Song- Once There was a Love
Poetry Contest
Sponsor.JCB Brul
WOMB WORDS
Womb ! Mother of All, what sayeth you
knowing activation before birth
births through girths, a Q ?
~ ‘I see rainmakers smoking pipes
drink from ostrich eggs fresh
then hike wearing silver Nikes
embryo cells magically multiply
hearing guinea fowl cackle on high
kicking sensations, baby legs sigh
atoms alight travel from mom to babe
life witnesses itself languidly lacing
almost due, a beautiful hue
womanhood elastic expands happy rosy
she is cow peace or yappy puppy cosy
who will give sweet milk, play with baby gay
while father on maroon
patterned mat prays every day’ ~
I birth in agony and ecstasy entwined
welcoming a caramel soul
divine !
The Poetess......
Suffered in angst and deep loneliness,
As her Jasmine poetry was anew and just growing.
“What good are my poems regarding truthfulness
or honesty?
Against seas of deceitful poems, puff-pretty, bright
glowing?”
The sweet,pre-spring rains came and gave not a
whisp of an answer.
Her soul and stomach did crave some reprise.
“No, no, rest, dear poetess, “words whispered
came in the form of a ballet dancer.
Then..what to do, she most freely wept?
“Stop looking for readers of my poems?”
Ah, a wondrous secret being kept?
“Stop, stop”, the laughing dancer said.
“Each poem you wrote once slept in
the soft bed of your heart.”
“Let it begone, and like a newborn butterfly...
alight with freedom and depart.”
3-15-2022
Elevator called Life
Life is like an elevator - Up it goes I am told
We are all in it - Some faster, some slower
Some travel with me - Don't know how long
They will stay with me, where will they alight?
Final Destination - No one has seen
One who reaches it never reports back
The Elevator called Life - keeps opening
In between - Like stations that pop up
On our way to destination in a moving train
Only problem is the doors won't open
Where we intend to - like a prison cell we get stuck
Key is finding a way to open it where we intend to when we want to
Life is indeed an elevator - Not certain where it will open
- Suresh Iyer
A cool breeze whispers secrets low,
A night so still, the world holds breath.
Leaves sway, a gentle, wistful flow,
A sweet goodnight, in quiet death.
Beetles hum, a distant, mournful sigh,
Murmurs fade, into the darkened night.
Dogs bark, a staccato cry,
Vehicles honk, a jarring, urgent light.
Moonlight soaks the earth, a silver glow,
Stars umbrella the world, a celestial sea.
I lie relaxed, thoughts drifting slow,
Nothingness, a peaceful, dreamless glee.
The starlit sky, a canvas vast and wide,
Beauty stirs, a smile creeps, heart alight.
Calmness washes, soul-deep, a tranquil tide,
A memory crafted, pure, and infinite delight.
Scores of years... post high school graduation...
Whether with/without
spectacles regarding myopia, yours truly
boasts twenty twenty highsight
able, eager and willing to site
emotional, mental, physical
and spiritual deficits
lamely attempting to
explain how one bright
eyed and bushy
tailed older fellow
oft times described
existential nihilist plight
unable to validate
lifetime psychological blight
purportedly manifesting while in utero
citing reiterating “fake”
trumpism statement might
eventually assume truth, I aver delight,
yet neither blaming those
who begot me quite
willingly, masterfully, consensually..., nor
said male offspring dejectedly write
ting total purposelessness, though
abysmal, dismal, normal... thoughts invite
themselves to take residence much
to mine evil doppelganger's delight
generate, foment and excite
once upon a time did
zealously and roundly kickstart
damnation, humiliation,
lamentation, positioning twilight
xing analogous brutal dog fight
to the death, courtesy
psychiatric intervention did alight
reprieve against near rigor mortis,
whereby mortality inexorably did not bite
the dust, yet left emaciated fright
this then starved boy day and night
scaring, mortifying, horrifying...
surviving kith and kin ready to write
untimely obituary whose
freed atheistic spirit,
would ascend stairway to heaven
forever celestial transcending
manumission to infinite height!
In the realms of love, hearts are
entwined and set alight,
Emotions roam day and night,
Dreams turn into reality,
And a note saying take care
as it's easy to lose your sanity.
In this enchanted place, darkness
and shadows of doom disappear,
Flowers bloom all year, and the flame
of hope is always burning here,
Hearts dance with joy hearing the
Great Reed Warblers sing,
Their beautiful song makes Winter
seem like Spring.
In this sanctuary of love each smile,
a sunbeam,
Each glance, a silent promise,
Every heartbeat echoes a thrill,
Words are few, and with a gentle
touch, souls beam with excitement
and are no longer tranquil.
In the realms of love, spirits lift,
Happily, they wander through
the world searching for True Love,
a rare and precious gift,
Once found, two hearts sync,
hope’s fire ignites and feelings of joy
hint that the search wasn’t in vain,
The gift of True Love is a tapestry
woven with threads of joy, compromise
and pain.
By Zyrool
As shifting shadows merge within the night,
darkness devours disheveled silhouettes.
And daylight disappears, fading from sight;
as a splendiferous sun slowly sets.
Twilight's crimson-colored clouds coalesce;
tinting the skies a cotton candy pink.
And yet, darkness descends nevertheless,
tattooing shadows with ebony ink.
Sequined stars sparkle in the midnight sky;
glittering gems, in the fabric of space.
And today greets tomorrow with a sigh,
as Luna's moon mirrors Sol's fiery face.
Moonbeams mold monsters out of shards of black;
sculpting scary shapes with chisels of light.
And female mosquitoes mount their attack;
as buzzing, bloodthirsty biters: alight.
Silence shushes sounds, stirring in the day;
as night's nocturnal creatures slowly wake.
And stridulating crickets chirp away;
trilling, till Dawn breaks: and dreamers awake.