Long Picturesque Poems
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there are so many trips that we take everyday
they are not always pretty, but forever is etched in our foundation
each night in bed, we smile and the hairs on my chin make your bosoms tingle
though i do not say it a lot, i am happy to be here
life for me is easier, and i comprehend things better
it is like you came with a paintbrush and painted improved provisions all over my former liftstyle
now things seem so picturesque and clear, and alas i am a better human being
the world in which i now see is the world where i now make my permanent home
it helps to have your heart and your love to build my strength and give me inspiration to keep springing forward
there are so many trips that we take everyday
every trip with you is paradise revisited....even the more unpretty ones....but again i learn and grow from it all....
I ache for an esoteric escape ~
to relearn the unwritten rhythm,
lost in the gravity
of your gossamer gaze,
where the sun
no longer dawns
as a sinister star ~
and the dust
of monsoon skies
rains soulful sonatas,
while mellifluous mists
merge with silence,
to paint
a porcelain portrait
that feels like forever ~
not merely
a picturesque prison,
but a place that houses love,
beyond uncertainties
framed in fear…
but now we meet and muse
in the realm of garnet gravels,
a dream delicately composed
in roseate reverie
where this becomes
more than a portrait,
a poem woven with patience,
when heavy is the past
that
pushes, pulls,
presses ~
while leaves sigh and
drift through skies of
autumnal elegance…
I surrender to your balmy blues
the ocean-deep devotion.
I long to devour and remain
consumed
amidst the
boulevard of divine doves
a field of freedom
until every evening
envelops our thoughts
with tender teal ~ timelessness
and soul-prints pulse
and glimmer
tracing twilight’s melodies
like silk-laced stars
spinning through
the cashmere cadence
of everlasting Eden…
i can see again and i am grateful
for you opened the shades and showed me a plate full
the tummy of my eyes are fatter and i yearn to see more
however we have to act out the plan if again we want our wings to soar
my life now has color thanks in full to you
if not for your inspiration my life would still be murky blue
to look forward to something is like free paint and a canvas
whatever iridescent excursion we choose to create is pure joy we can't miss
home is wherever we choose to lay our heads in a smiling sleep
the next day is like a new life begun....making picturesque memories in a laid back deep
avoiding I-95 is a feeling undefined
the scenes that i see makes me forget that i am driving
instead i am underwater swimming slowly and reluctantly
in a few more hours i will be back in the familiar state of normalcy
departing does not have to bring sorrow though
there are discoveries in leaving that is a vacation of itself
all you have to do is stop and let your mind just take it all in
avoiding I-95 is a feeling undefined
you find out that there are many who define it
a Bible Verse may have to be read afterwards
at least there are furiously picturesque tunnels to tell stories about
I close my eyes tight to commence my imagination on welkin...
I start off speedily..!!
The bubbly clouds carries the expired souls swiftly and releases nearby the heavenly door which eagerly awaits their entry through sprinkled petals..
Stepping into the picturesque mansion
located within the azure..
The souls feel mesmerized and gazes in trance..
The aesthetic garden filled with multi- coloured flowers with species of butterflies impresses their sight,
Never allowing them to regret the death that swallowed minutes ago.
Sitting on a winged throne the Angel politely welcomes their arrival and quickly assigns their simple tasks.
They need to water the garden regularly,
timely pick flowers, finely decorate and promptly worship lord,maintain the surrounding clean & tidy, perform prayers, dance & sing and entertain the doomed souls who resides along with them.
Hurriedly I wake my eyes to visualise everything in front of me.
Utter flop to be ..my vivid imagination hastily ends with this.
2-6-2020
~DEEPA~
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Blue
Waves
usher
ocean dream
enchanting ripples,
whose hypnotic spell oozes charm,
for yellow dawn pearl-eyed first light riser’s coastal fog,
stunned by the heavenly turquoise canvass of tidal moss fleck swoon and swirl gyrations
On
shore
visions
magic sweep
splashy catalyst
at the cusp of exotic veil
uncanny blissful streams tantalising ebb and flow
a lure for august swimmer mesmerised by mammoth currents awash with silver froth
Gust
of
saline
grain torrents
that skim cliff edges
taunt emboldened in situ bard,
where farsighted jostling amid picturesque quaint beach,
spurs bright imaginary floodgates, a deluge of opulent visual fantasm
Beyond the Grey Sky
Sunshine glint fords this picturesque perspective,
well-disposed indeed, reserved for visitors,
my sepulcher neglected, whilst ...
time-stretched o'er,
~~my limestone sculpture.
Didst thee thought of me become therefore feeble,
wouldst thou respond moreover fulfill me whole,
nought by some supposed decree, nor wrongs ...
from me,
~~wouldst nought keep from thee.
Confounded of why this occurrence exists,
recompense didst I, whilst I lived gifts reprieve,
bedridden I midst the souls huddled in grief,
~~didst by duty cries?
'Tis penitence yet ponders whilst fresh ground detects,
new expressions circumvent, whispers, sleep I,
current flowers set, except one set on me,
~~my loved one stirred me.
2020 September 12
I crave a piece of land,
Oh! Parasakthi!
I crave a piece of land...
Amidst the piece of land,
build me a palace grand
with sundecks and picturesque pillars;
everything in pristine colors.
And near the well,
the long pinnate leaves
and the tender coconut dwell.
Around ten to twelve coconut trees should be near;
the moonlight should glow like the pearl luster;
songs of the Asian koels, I should hear,
and when my soul relishes, should embrace, breeze cluster.
To blend the songs,
I need my virtuous wife beside,
and our rejoicement jolly along,
the poetic verses pride.
In the midst of this land,
Oh my dear divine mother,be a guard.
With my poetic adroitness,
I should take care of this world.
* Parasakthi- Almighty / Goddess
This is the translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar's tamil poem,' kaani nilam' - 'A piece of land'
I am an ardent fan of Bharathiyar. He died so young(39) .He was fluent in many languages including Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, French and English and frequently translated works from other languages into Tamil. It is immensely tough to translate someone like him. I hope I did atleast a little bit of justice
Wikipedia:
Subramania Bharati (11 December 1882–12 September 1921) was an Indian writer, poet and journalist, and Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu. Popularly known as "Mahakavi Bharati", he was a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry and is considered one of the greatest Tamil literary figures of all time. His numerous works were fiery songs kindling patriotism and nationalism during the Indian Independence movement.
Summer resplendent sun glowing
in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass.
Waving blades like long fingers flowing,
the sudden sighing gusts come and pass.
The field lives palpable in the anamnesis.
I step through the Queen Anne’s lace,
I lay down on dense turf, where distress decreases,
Sun of repose wrings out pain, leaving no trace.
The field uncut, surrounded by trees,
shooshing wind mixes only with the hum of bees.
Lazy, balmy, timeless afternoon, grasshoppers leap.
Musty grass inhaled. I doze and fall asleep.
The field dandelions release seeds like cotton
floating on nuzzling breeze, landing, then begotten.
Burrowing moles hunt earthworms under soil.
Nests and mounds, why do ants tirelessly toil?
Toad hops by, pausing, inspecting for insects.
Sioux Nation meadowlarks sing of friendship
from the nearby woodland intersects.
Love by dissolving into field, my ritual worship.
At cool dusk, I awaken to cricket chitter.
Night’s canopy of cosmos is without dimension,
measureless. I am free and joyous in star glitter.
I merge with field habitat, awakening all sensations.
Published: Pick Me Up Poetry 10/22
Accepted for Publication, 11/2023: PoetrySoup Anthology Vol. III
Reflections on the Important Things
Snapshots
Sitting by calm riverside, adjusting the aperture,
As mind attests the perfect landscape to capture;
Taking few small leaps, not to leave a nuance,
He is fast ready to click a string in temerity;
Be it anything, a marrow or a barren,
His shoots whisper countless historic tales;
A flower's subtle bloom, or an old man's humility,
Nothing escapes his intense proclivity;
He awes by seizing sea's fierce turbulence,
Butterfly's flutter, through hues of sunlight;
Images of rivulets dancing to nature's melodic raga,
These picturesque snapshots will sing the saga !
Written Nov 1, 2018
For "Eight word challenge 9- poetry contest"
Sponsor- John Hamilton