Kiwi Cricket's Shangri La...
"Can still hear the deafening din of the Indian crowd chagrin.
Stunned shell shocked silence at mandarins' sins.
Yet somehow still so loud
Like thunder down under in the proud
Land of the long white cloud.
Daring to dream of derring do plunder.
Upsets’ unctuous umami.
Shocks’ sumptuous serendipity.
Cast asunder as against the odds.
Hallowed Gods' anguished..felled & fallowed.
Kiwis vanquished the voodoo of Indian home hoodoo.
This purple patch, so perversely plush...got a hunch.
Would make even Prince blush, proud as ribena punch.
Sporting nirvanas cavorting with crepuscular career nadirs.
Can’t pillory this Test expedition, like the Everest conquest & Hillary.
Black cap sedition…Indian perdition.
Tradition debunked by spunky funk.
Not once, not twice but thrice.
Teeming..awash with gleaming beaming white.
Emancipation...damnation & salvation.
The Indian’s cardinal sin…not being able to play spin.
No way you can naysay.. just
Another Bill Murray Groundhog day.
As we learned..the underdog winner.. we yearned had turned.
Fat cats burned & stats spurned..into a dog's dinner."
Idyllic illicit illusion…
Complicit daydream delusion…
Explicit panoply profusion…
Other worldly garlanded gems..
Purring poetic…balletic..stirring kinetic aesthetic..
Absurdly drop atop delicious stems..
Heavenly blue hue...serenity’s serendipitous shade..
Or purple patch so plush…fairies blamelessly blush..
Bucolic blossom hush... mother nature's made..
Garnishing..varnishing.. intricate forest floor laid..
Magical mist…delicate..sumptuously sprayed...
Trysts persist…unctuously dappled glade..
How can you resist..not be swayed?
Flagrantly decadently displayed.
Fragrantly delectably conveyed...
Casts seasonal smorgasbord spells..
Marvel at the mythical majesty..
Spring’s cocooned woven tapestry..
Festooned filigree of bluebell dells
an itch or a scratch
may cause a nasty red rash
or nice purple patch
He would try
Hiding it
It shamelessly stood
Right there on the nape
Worse than the
‘Lipstick under the collar’
All buttoned up outside
But alone
In front of the mirror
Fondly running his fingers over it
Smiling to himself
But how times changed......
The purple glow
Started turning
Hideous black
He would now
Try rubbing it away
‘Damn you!
Either leave completely
Or get the lustre back’
It’s very much still there
On his white skin
That purple patch
The constant rubbing
And the cursing
Showing results
Transformation on......
A faint speck now
Getting dimmer
With each passing day
Who knows?
It might one day
Completely disappear
PURPLE PATCH
I’m going through a purple patch;
All that I touch turns to gold.
My opponents are green with envy,
Even though I’m grey and old.
Please excuse my colourful language,
But I’m really in the pink.
If this purple patch continues,
I’ll win this contest I think.
228th January 2019
Purple 2 contest
Sponsor - Kevin Shaw
The riot was within.
Not getting along with social
revolution you would lie
on purple patch without seeking
any privy.
Who were the barbarians
which were going to release
the brutal pattern of bloodshed
during sunset on
the lake ?
A mistrial will dispatch
the violence and you will drop
dead on the dirt path leading
to bed of roses. A theme will
wait for the signing of the book.
Someone punched you in solar
plexus. You said, I don’t
die daily to live.
Satish Verma
A
zig-zag
midst the green-
time to mow the
lawn
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