As they saunter on the sunny terrace
So few parks here in Kolkata to walk
Almost not a friend around to embrace
They are silent devoid of any talk
In their body they are walking forward
Do we not always move ahead in time?
Inside the cage in mind they walk backward
Many a wind there in many a chime
Morning grows beautiful in its green glaze
Evening sun with its chin cupped in its hand
The two walkers inside a twilight haze
An old man and a woman in the sand
Light still tickles in the twittering toes
Till our time lasts in our eyes calls the rose
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April 23, 2017
Categories:
saunter, change, desire, feelings, hope,
Form: Sonnet
Morning breeze whispers, winter is here,
And I welcome the first snowfall.
Who shaped the snowflakes and painted them white,
Silent are secrets of sky,
And I saunter alone.
Icicles hanging from naked branches,
Some of them like meandering around,
Creating a wonderful gleaming art,
While some eagerly wait to touch the ground.
Cold sunrays emerge,
Shiny snow, pure and peaceful,
White blanket coats land,
I find some unknown footprints,
And I miss warmth, your love brings.
August 17, 2016.
It Takes Four - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Written with the four forms listed below
Crystalline - 2 lines of 9/8 syllables, unrhymed
Kimo - 3 lines 10/7/6 syllables, unrhymed
Quatrain - 4 lines, line 2 and 4 rhyme, 10 syllables per line
Tanka - 5 lines, 5/7/5/7/7 syllables, unrhymed
Categories:
saunter, beauty, feelings, snow, winter,
Form: Verse
Memories recall
Walking in the obscure night
Without a regret
Thinking under the rain stroll
Tomorrow holds a new life
2-28-2016
Categories:
saunter, rain,
Form: Tanka
Sons' (graves) crunch afoot;
my retch (rose) on pale marrow.
Late, this sun's dissent.
Categories:
saunter, war
Form: Haiku