Subtle shapes of imaginations that craved on the fierce,
Merged colors of hopes that brushed on the dreams,
Hidden words that uttered on the sheets,
Melodies of nightingales and dances of peacocks;
Man is an art, who's breaking art;
Subtle hand craved imaginations died under the regular machine art,
Merged handpicked colored brushed with dreams halting in a dark room,
Silent unwithered words burning inside our hearts,
Melodies of nightingales hushed in the bushes,
Dances of peacocks stilled in the gloom;
Broken arts are nonetheless arts,
'Tis hidden treasure buried in the race,
'Tis broken arts hid the miseries of fate,
Broken arts found in the voyage, living in ease.
Oh' my dear artist struggling to save thy dream
Do it for thy sake, not for this dramatic realm
Thy dreams can be found in the voyage of art
Thy art is not broken, it's a masterpiece buried for the sprint.
Categories:
unwithered, art, creation, imagination, passion,
Form: Other
The journey began from the blue hills afar on the river called youth,
in the rolling vale it meandered in all directions from north to south.
In the flow of ardor we floated holding each other’s hands so firmly
in the torrent of time and across the wastelands, but never felt lonely.
Now at the dreamy dawns when in the sky we see the sunburst hue,
unfaded threads of love design in our hearts the colored tapestry new.
The river is flowing in sluggish pace toward the destined serene sea,
the lattice of sunset in the horizon our entwined vision waits to see.
We bloomed our love in grace and elegance in the valley of flower,
the patina of radiant blossoms lasts to this day in the twilight hour.
I gave you a bouquet of fervent flower from the garden of my heart,
it’s still unwithered after forty seven years, you’ll find before I depart.
October 23, 2020
Contest : From The Heart
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Categories:
unwithered, heart, inspirational love,
Form: Couplet
SPRING TIME
Departing north wind on the wings of winter
Calls the cold clouds, tells them in a whisper
Try to hide beyond the horizon somewhere
Until I come back to blow you again next year
For now the azure sky is getting crystal clear
As the spring flings arms from far coming near
Silky clouds in regal white robe would appear
Their shadow would slide on smiling flower
Buds have been building in petals with care
Sunburst meadow is drenched in their color
Where camouflaged butterflies silently flutter
As the busy bees rush to collect the nectar
While new leaves sprout in bare trees’ shelter
Fragrant south wind would smell spring in air
Bring to me wafting your scent I much endear
Take me in full moon night to the dream river
Where I’d find you make silver ripples on water
Your face shimmering in the split moon’s glitter
I’d hold unwithered past our spring time forever.
March 13, 2018.
Categories:
unwithered, color, flower, river, seasons,
Form: Monorhyme
If that is you then I am me
One whom roams freely amongst what it is to be
To be care free
Freely unbalanced without care
Perfectly flawed for that I am fair
Fair in the tone of my skin becoming bronze when sun kissed
Connecting as such words the big dipper
Accepting change unwithered
For that I am me.
Categories:
unwithered, creation, feelings, how i
Form: Free verse
Moon-scented I walk in dark
to put me back in place,
unwithered,
opening the inner casket for a glow.
Pleading not guilty
after killings in bed, of affectionate
kill of lies, a black widow
romps around with a flag of morality.
Was it a systemic swallowing
of a bait put up by a shipwreck ?
The bodies were flowing in a row
in caldron of acrimony.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unwithered, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
Love’s more than feeling, it’s will-power strained
Tense as a wire, so pleasurably-pained.
Love is decision, as firm as our God’s,
Daring, defiant of all earthly odds.
Love is a flower, but fashioned of stone,
Rugged, unwithered, petals unblown.
Love isn’t poetry, love isn’t song.
Love’s in your heat-tempered soul…steely…strong.
Categories:
unwithered, love, wife
Form: Verse
In Lebanon there was a thistle,
A cedar, and a wild beast.
The thistle was in full bloom.
With its purple blossoms and prickly green leaves and stalk,
It pierced all who would dare touch it.
Though low to the earth for humility,
One day out of its own pride and glory,
The thistle threatened the cedar, who was standing tall and red
Emitting its pure fragrance in the cool breeze
With its branches lifted high and wide toward Heaven
Full of unwithered green leaves.
"Give your daughter to my son in marriage!"
Shouted the thistle under a looming shadow.
But the cedar held its peace,
Neither felled it any of its branches.
Then in a moment of terrible humiliation,
A wild beast suddenly pounced upon and ferociously trampled
The crowned and purple thistle and passed on by,
But the cedar still stands there today.
Uncrowned thistles and beasts rest under its shade.
Categories:
unwithered, devotion, faith, inspirational, life,
Form: Narrative