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A TALE OF MY CLASS ROOM
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Whenever i close my eyes to rest
it comes and encroaches the complete vsision
Though i’ve tried to change it
it’s domination is great
Yes to say about it
I have to go back to my twelve
Oh! what a beautiful atmosphere to that
We,twenty enjoyed there and learnt
It was our third form in studies and opening of adolosence
My teacher ‘s rhyming verses and her hynotising tone our boons
The very sweetest music of those days was the longbell and
the happiest news to us was decalration of holiday
The amazing pleasure is going to other places with my father
Yes these are dominating my eye screens forever.
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
The frightful winter solstice approaches
with an opaque snow globe life intertwine.
Stars sprinkle early, romance encroaches
upon one headstrong to dread wintertime.
Power poles are overthrown by wind gusts
but the fireplace roars in competition.
Soon the living room temperature adjusts
to our own Norman Rockwell rendition.
Candles flicker like a lover's whisper,
tickling walls with whimsical illusions,
becoming purer, becoming crisper
with cinnamon swirled laughter fusions.
Board games played on the dining room table
welcome nostalgic, restorative thoughts
which begin to inspire and enable
closeness revived, warm poetic jots.
12-18-19
Life is frozen, an endless winter night
My heart, deep inside, pumps slower now
My bones are brittle, as the cold encroaches
Locked in a sheath of frigid ice
Frost runs down the window panes
Of my soul, scarring me with a terrible beauty
Snow falls into the empty catacombs
Of my mind, covering up my path
The north wind takes the breath from me
And the chill runs all down my spine
A dark grey sky, no warmth to be found
The whiteness crunches sadly beneath my feet
Embrace the freeze, for there is no escape
From this sharp pain, this clear, bright pain
Feel the bleak and wintry gloom envelop all
Numbing limbs, I am quiet now, glacial and still
A ghost wind blows across the windswept tundra
Of my thoughts, until thinking slows then stops
Now waiting in pale hope for the Sun’s rays to melt
Away this cold, till life is frozen no more
The little ripples on the sea soon stir into larger waves
Like those in the land of the free, soon everyone caves
Approaching on the shoreline of beachgoers so tanned
Thinking everything will be fine with that line in the sand
Now with the rising tide the waves soon begin to crest
No longer being able to abide people just do their best
But then the storm comes in, causing the rest to retreat
In so that line being so thin it is now dredged in defeat
Dark clouds hovering above pushed closer by angry gust
For if it is not God who you love then count on going bust
As on their day it encroaches stealing away all their Light
But even as the storm approaches they don't see its might
So as the first drops now fall still most people don't care
Their whole life missing God why now would one be aware
It may look like just another storm but is certainly different
No, this is not just the norm, but instead, a sign being sent
With a sigh summer citrine sky turned green
spontaneously into existence.
Autumn's palette adds changes and are seen
to its systematic experience.
Stars shiver in fear on the coldest night.
Voices in the darkness look for refuge;
heaven bound birds gather in distant flight
sailing through winds dusty powdered steel rouge.
The long day is dead; voices won't let me sleep.
Hush. Hush. The voices echo in emptiness.
Whiff of sandalwood lost in shadows deep.
The voices know my loneliness, the nothingness.
Amber encroaches the dawning of morning fight
through window curtains the whitest lace of light.
Mystique of mouthful aisle eats intrepid footsteps
Bespoke brick shelf scrapers muffle internet tweets
Eyes provide sole light source, borers of exploration
Closed cover modesty encroaches on curiousity
Timorous piled rectangles least represent symmetry
Shifted to stained beige paged, folded back scars
Markers of importance boast creased corners torn
In enthused infusing, informed more with each turn
Tattered stacks of spines teeter, threaten to topple
Jostle in baskets bulging gloss tortoise shell crust
Quintessential bread for society baked concepts
Richly impacts soft butter, invites require no RSVP
10th March 2021
Written for Contest: Bookshop
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Walking across a footbridge, strewn with crimson leaves,
I watch as they twirl and pirouette in Autumn's chill wind
leading them in a rhythmic dance that it skillfully weaves
as they plummet, leaving branches naked and chagrinned.
There's a true spark of vigor in the breeze of Autumn's call.
One I am quite happy to answer in poetic verses composed
about a family trip to the pumpkin patch, amid hues of Fall
when Nature's boldest color palette is so vibrantly exposed.
It's time for gathering together, and offer words of thanks
for the bountiful food and the beauty of a harvest moon,
and children Trick-or-Treating; scary Halloween pranks.
There's a crispness in the air and firewood to be hewn.
I get so excited when my favorite season approaches
and foliage gloriously blazes in shades of rust and gold.
Too quickly the coldest season of the year encroaches.
I'm not enamored by Winter when shivering with cold.
From this bridge I watch geese flying to a warmer clime,
and water still trickles in the crystal clear stream below.
But before Winter takes command there's enough time
to enjoy these golden days of Fall, before the first snow.
August 23, 2020
Serenity Awakened Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
An old man keeling down by a gravestone
cleans the inscription so it can be read.
For it’s a symbol of why he had come
“Love Is Eternal” was all that it said.
Wiping a tear, his expression glazes
sorting out memories he swore to keep.
And then he began to whisper his thoughts
his lips wearing a smile borrowed from sleep.
Do you remember our first Halloween
picking out a pumpkin in the hot sun?
And how we craved up that orange giant
bubbling over with excitement and fun.
A kaleidoscope of leaves played the wind
as they danced in tune with each fresh breeze.
And our hearts converged in the autumn chill
admiring the shear beauty of the trees.
Our hands gently touched and we laughed out-loud
a happy sound filling our hearts with joy.
And smells of summer’s bounty spiced the air
arousing the man stirring in the boy.
Our trust grew as inhibitions were shed
and leaning on hope we shared our first kiss.
For that night two innocent naive hearts
fell in love, while experiencing bliss.
I recall splashes of sugar maples
blazing in mosaics of scarlet and gold.
And memories only love can retrieve
treasured pages within a book grown old.
Promising he’ll see her again in time
the old man slowly rises to his feet.
For winter now stalks his bones, life’s too short
and death encroaches at summer’s retreat.
It lay
halfway down the hall,
once the spare bedroom styled
where out of state family once sprawled,
for a while.
Grown now,
two states away
with families of their own
all too busy for a visit these days
back home.
My niece once remarked
that the room is pervaded
by remnants of Christmas collectibles parked
in dusted positions faded
for my heart's memorialized condition sparked.
Herein displayed
the many gifts they gave
so many Santa and Angel figurines
Baby Jesus on parade
in happier masquerades once seen.
As the season approaches
with every possibility of time recalled
the past encroaches
in the hopes and dreams, we still applaud
the sanctuary of the Christmas Room.
a tempest gathers on my horizon
with limited purview and cloudy vision
encroaches quickly on my unsettled mind
my true soul and nature is threatened
by downpour rapids and torrential rain
blighted foreboding develops as
the parsimonious option
a rainbow in doubtful reflection
so wished for is yet so far away
half-conscious daydreaming becomes a nightmare
powerful stallions of gloom dominate the scene
the thundering deluge encroaches on my resolve
to see the light and illuminate my spirits
a level of discontent with the inevitable
penetrates determination and purpose
pierces the persona of happiness and freedom
my neurons are wet from tears sweat and the sky
which opened with such vigorous spectacle
that all kaleidoscopic lenses mist up with distortion
of reason emotions gratitude and serenity
therefore I have not the foggiest idea what to do
in prayer and meditation I appeal to good fortune
to let go of self-pity resentments and fear
remind myself that sunshine may soon reappear
put a wax-coat over my trouble and
wellingtons over my struggling feet
to anchor myself in itself and the Universe
Higher Powers grant me an impermanent reprieve
and yet the moment is just long enough
for a craving towards living and joy to imagine
that every cloud could be lined with silver and peace