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O thou so fair fragrant flower Jasmine,
Ye love to live with stars, with them to go
And falling on the ground well before dawn,
Ye love nights, in moon’s silver light to glow.
The monsoon’s rain-filled cloudy sky ye like,
To blossom and be with the Harvest Moon,
Together ye play life-long malady
With moon to blossom, in its tune fade soon.
O princess Parijaat in previous life,
In love wert thou with the radiant Sun
Who thwarted thee, what life-shattering strife!
And ever since far off from sun ye run.
A divine tree, thou wert brought down to Earth
By Krishna to please Rukminee, his queen,
Used art thou to heavenly home and hearth,
To cool climes far from sun and so serene.
Utter silence of night be what ye love,
Quiet ye blossom, fuss-less falling down…
To me seems thy life’s sole reality,
As shy fragrant flowers art thou renown
To thy private life ye like non one’s let--
Possibly why ye fall down before dawn
To blossom only after sun has set,
Before sun rises again, thou art gone.
Perhaps, aware of thy love, Harvest Moon,
Smitten by thy captivating beauty,
Might have opted to rise in glorious bloom,
Both find it fair to fade ere sun’s entry.
Bare beauty be the litmus of thy life,
A single wrinkle ye can’t bear on face,
Slowly to blossom and slowly to shrink
Perhaps never be thy life’s preferred pace.
The heavenly grand damsel Urvashi,
Used to relax watching thy rare allure
Enhanced by thy ruddy umbilicus,
She’d sigh, not being endowed with such lure.
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Ode | 02.03.2026 | flower, fragrant, moon, night, love, sun
Forevermore: is there such a place
does it perhaps exist on a star,
or, lost in clouds of lavender lace,
a secret saved inside a glass jar,
memories from a time very far
Forever more is in childhood’s tales
There it flies on a butterfly’s wings
It’s never found amid windy gales
but always found in castles of kings
And is in the notes a mermaid sings
Forevermore is the promise made
when love lifts those to walk on clouds
and dance midst colors of silver shade
Where only loveliness is allowed
and happiness is ever endowed.
I will find you in forevermore
We’ll wander through lilac-edged skies
On a bird’s wing, we’ll fly high before
sending whispers in crimson disguise
to golden rays in morning’s sunrise.
She is a wonderful baker…with magical baking skills she is endowed…
being able to make the perfect cookie has always made her proud.
If you ask her friends and family…as a baker they’d shay she’s a 10…
but even a perfect baker has an off day now and then.
She was making snow globe cookies for her church to be served on Christmas night…
but when it came to the last cookie…she couldn’t get the decorations right.
“His hat is wrong.” She lamented. “His eyes are too big and his nose has gone south…
His body isn’t smooth enough…and don’t get me started on his mouth.”
“Is that a scarf or a lobster claw? His arms are much too small…
This cookie,” she said dejectedly, “cannot be served at all.”
But she promised the church two dozen cookies and even thought it was not her best…
she didn’t have time to bake another…so she hid it under the rest.
She watched as children ate her cookies but as was to be her fate…
her ugly snow globe cookie was the last one on the plate.
As a mother handed this cookie to her daughter…the cookie she had botched…
the baker turned away…she was too embarrassed to watch.
“Thank you for the perfect cookie.” The mother told the baker…
The baker smiled thinking she was being kind…
until she saw the little girl with a crumb-filled smile sanding in front of her…
and realized…she was blind.
“Your cookie was delicious.” The young girl said as against her mother’s leg she leaned.
“It was the most beautiful cookie my hands have ever seen.
“His hat, his eyes…his nose…his scarf…his mouth…I could feel them all…
I love how you kept his body rough…did you mean to make his arms so small?”
I’m not sure how or why, you did it….the girl said enthusiastically
but it was as if that perfect cookie…you created just for me…
Now the baker always brings two batches of perfect cookies with her
and everyone understands
one half are for those who see them with their eyes…
The other half…for those who see them with their hands.
She remained silent amidst the squeaks of the bats
Sleeping on the hostel bed, she dreamt of winging like a dove.
Her tears were blended with the blood of her chopped childhood.
Her mother's lap seemed to be the only place away from humiliating world.
Rain drops never fell on her umbrella and her feet never peddled a bicycle.
The winter snow never kissed her blanket and her only companion was her mom.
When she cracked jokes, her back was badly bruised.
Relishing the taste of her favorite chocolate made her starve that night.
When her friends danced in rain, she feared the thunders.
Watching her favorite TV show turned her a dark room prisoner.
The telephone in the boarding house never sang her name.
Saturday evenings never welcomed her into the visitor's room.
Her honey dipped concerts never sweetened the souls of her beloved.
Bed time stories never quietened her panicked breath.
Her questions were unanswered
Her screams were unheard
Her jokes were uncelebrated
Her pains were unattended.
Slowly,
Her sensitive heart was replaced by a sensible mind
Her unsung emotions turned into powerful words.
Her immense thirst for affection ended as she embraced and drank the juices of self love.
Years of her inner struggle finally endowed her with buoyant wings.
That innocent soul who was once called a thief,
Now stole a million hearts with her ink.
A mass of grey and rusted silver strewn
By the sky god from sifted appurtenances.
Preserve of ancients jousting with modernity,
Behind edifice a disperse of brimming slums
With piles, heaps of filth, debris, decay and stench;
Congestion and the jostle for ends and gains.
Benin endowed with neo wiles obviating tradition
And irked for now-now pleasure and wealth
Imitating and striving for wannabes
Inculcating habit and aspiring for a world without the sun
Yet far from assimilating it by the words of the old:
Carrot does not sprout in the root of a yam stalk.
Old city, once enliven by aestheticism
And renowned by the arts and crafts of bronze now
At the backdrop with every frontlines bedecked
By remnants of exotic necessaries. Men, vehicles rush,
Scramble and stream Ringroad and Ramat
From dawn to dusk to the abyss of nowhere
And returning home at last to the euphoric solace
Of the mellow hit of Waifo highlife
And the scores of green, brown bottles that thrive.
Benin, where once the Portuguese trespassed,
The Dutch men trampled and the British overturned
Leaving behind their long evening shadows
A new self-image chained in the heart.
As a human life you are so strong and so full of loving ties
and you are the one living thing on earth that matters most
Existing on this plane, a precious being with all your worth
you cause the sun and moon to light up the sky and the stars
to shine. They know the value of your gold and everyday
for the sake of you, the dawn turns up the light and every
night for the sake of you, the dusk turns down the sheets
of time. You were created in a way that is most sublime;
You are the framework of perfection with flesh and bones
endowed with a pumping heart and an energetic soul. When
you smile the world gathers in for the warmth of you. When
you dote on your reflection, the waters reflect , YOU;
A celestial body having a human experience of old. You are at
the center of a Universe made for Masters and Servants, some
of us, made of matter some of us transparent. When it comes to your
dreams, they have a right to live, so rest easy in
the thought dear one that the fate that awaits you is a good one. In good time you will realize the best gift you can give yourself, is the gift of you, to others.
Yours truly, Mystic Rose
Patriotism is in the air,
And sentiments high,
Cataclysm is over,
Liberation heaves a sigh!
Insufferable inequality,
Now is ineffable ecstasy,
Undeterred determination,
And honourable judiciary !
Providential independence,
Undisputed Unification,
Living to credence,
Spirit of nationalism!
All men created equal, by creator endowed with certain,
Unalienable rights- life, liberty and pursuit of happiness!
** last two lines have been taken from Abraham Lincoln's centrepiece of rhetoric ( in Gettysburg address of 1863) and is a well known statement on human rights
Written on 12/7/14
Contest- patriotism
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
Awarded 3rd place
Saturday tour
Fine arts exhibits;
Innovative textures
Meeting here
With art and buffet;
Small talk punctuates
Look deeply now
So much passion;
Well-endowed
Faces in the crowd
I seek you;
Finder's keepers
Now I can see
Your beauty smile;
My heart swells
Surge of rush
Adrenaline flood;
Fight or flight
Listen now
My lover speaks;
Heart to heart
I grow old
Older than time;
Ageless spirit
From booth to booth
We explore beauty;
Facets of delight
Small talk,
Chit-chat waters;
Big deal in small things
Leon Enriquez
12 May 2014
Singapore
Endowed by God with well-being’s goodness
Bearing image of the Lord graciously…
… They’re my beauteous blessed lady-students
Beautiful beyond ads’ worldly features.
Pleasantly charming with Bible-propped faith
Testifying of their saved, secured souls…
…They exude virtuous peace-elegance
Dressed grandly in their modest apparel.
With loving hearts so ready to reach out
As filled by the Saviour’s compassion…
…They do share with joy and give cheerfully
Enabled by the Holy Spirit’s might.
I thank God for their lives offered to God
Exemplifying Christian virtue-traits:
Respected and acknowledged role models…
…Admired, they’re wooed with prayer by suitors.
Trusting the Supreme Master, they do well
While they strive to show this Scripture’s essence:
“Favour is deceitful, …beauty is vain:
but a woman that feareth the LORD,
she shall be praised” Proverbs 31:30.
November 19, 2018
Environmental sumptuous symmetry uniquely resplendent,
kaleidoscopic kindling of the visual nirvana,
spiral rapture enshrouded stimulant,
sapphire dawn first light purr nectareous,
a mint ice tinged mystic morning mantra,
that pearl stud morph to fortify a lifelong gumption,,
my refrain when I turbulently wade,
through the gust blown fronds of
moisture beadlet grassland,
parsley scent haze a blissful hover,
companion piece to a crystal ball air float,
exotic bird flock hymnody chaotic,
invigorating sonic feasts caress green tree copses,
natural world refuge from the algal bloom of toxic menace,
when disruption, demonic and destabilising,
suddenly impinges like an incandescent meteoric charge,
spewing ashen vomit with brutal oscitation,
without a shard of qualm, twinge of scruple,
or even faint scintilla’s rueful finger,
earthly pulchritude’s grandiloquent cocktail unfurls,
like a gallant rapid rescue mission from the elements,
to brandish freshwater lakes so alluring,
sea star tidal pools, azurite strewn rustic ripple
tides,
I am endowed and emboldened to an enduring
advocacy,
of this behemoth planet so boundless in its beauty,
Dear earth my shelter
within grasp now under siege
still I “dwell” in hope