The Thorn's Song

I smiled when lilac tulip bloomed,

I prayed for amber wings in rain.

On fiery leaves with love perfumed,

blue angels kissed her blushing chain.

How oft fir-kissed drops fall as gems

absorbing pangs of thirst from stems.

My bare soul drenched in velvet chrome

longs to rest in her musk-soaked home.

When lilac tulip bloomed, I prayed,

I smiled for amber wings in rain.

With love, perfumed blue angels kissed

her blushing chain on fiery leaves.

Afar, yet my love sings along

if only she'd hear a thorn's song.

*This poem has been written using a form of Sonnet called a Charonnet which is quite different from the traditional Sonnet. It uses the rhyming scheme as abab ccdd efgh ii and 8 syllables per line. Also, in the third stanza, the lines from the first stanza are swapped to form the four lines.*

Farewell Shirt

 

farewell notes perfumed with ink~ white shirt that always escaped laundry

*This is a Japanese Monoku which is made up of a single horizontal line. It is similar to a Haiku in nature but unlike the Haiku which is made up of three lines with a total of seventeen syllables, a Monoku features a single line consisting of seventeen syllables or even fewer. It contains a pause brought about by speech rhythm with slight or no punctuation. The first letter should not be capitalized – but instead written in lower case.*

Bizzare

I brought giant fur cats,

the perfect home remedy intending to cheat

nasty rats.

More wicked games

and they simply refused to eat,

wrong flames!

What vice!

Cats would not beat

mice.

I brought giant fur cats

and they simply refused to eat

mice.

*This poem has been written using a form of Rhyme poetry which uses total 12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each) with a rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD. The 4th stanza consists of repetition of 1st line of stanza 1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3. The poem has a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting. The syllable count for each stanza is Stanza 1: 6,12,3 (3 times 2,4,1), Stanza 2: 4,8,2 ( 2 times 2,4,1), Stanza 3: 2,4,1, Stanza 4: 6,8,1.*

All In A Day

 

The Prophecy:

An ordinary December morning

extraordinary hopes in white,

streets adorned with snowflakes

embellished in red crystal dreams.

She boarded her cab to airport,

awaited holidays had arrived.

From carousels of Tokyo city

to sledges in the Alps, a while.

Roads blocked in snowfall,

eh, just a glitch in the matrix.

An hour early was a wise decision

she couldn't miss her flight,

home calling season it was.

But oh the flight was delayed

by seven hours for clear weather.

'It'd be a roller coaster ride',

her roommate had read a horoscope.

The tiresome day had just begun.

The Adventure:

A birdie spreading new wings

exploring corners of terminal,

unexpected fascination at stalls

infant desires of relaxation.

Strangers seemed welcoming

a town thriving with journeys

she traveled for 10 hours

without moving geographically.

At last announcements made

she boarded with nostalgia,

the journey to her homeland

began with a gleaming dusk,

golden sunset kissing adieu

to sequins of ocean waves.

She read a verse or two

then dozed off with clouds.

A feather travelling afar

in alluring worldly delight.

The Glitch in the Matrix:

Until they had to pause,

just an intermediate stop

where she stepped out to stroll

retracing steps to board again

caught in freezing showers.

Warm at night, she shivered

longing for her cushioned bed.

A long interesting day though

she wouldn't want it again.

With lilac morning whispers

it was time for her homeland.

Outside was a soothing warmth

veiled in white familiar gleam.

She finally cuddled in her bed

with mother's handmade meal.

Woke up to a cup of coffee

and checked for calls on phone.

Gosh! It was still yesterday

dreaded to repeat she'd forgotten,

her body had traveled in past

Alas! It was a different time zone.

Joy Overflows

Oh fears echo in hollow caves

my little ship sails in storms,

I hear my thumping heartbeats

blinking a hopeful soothing song.

Azure streams of magnificence

adorn sparkling fountains,

a mellow breathing to sprout

to revive my garden of ecstasy.

There's a joy bubbling courage..

The restless waves of paranoia

calmed down by blooming pulses,

hyacinth seeds brewing with wind

caressed in brisking serenade.

A symphony of beguile birds

from a distant shore somewhere

showers healing drops of elixir

on wilting vineyard of agony.

There's a joy pouring hope..

I fly like a newborn albatross

over stormy seas I survive,

my weariness in blissful aurora

melting memories of melancholy.

How chrysanthemum blooms again

behind lilac curtains at dusk,

my dreams now blush in silence

unfurling nervous sapphire petals.

There's a joy blooming with love..

I plant moments of velvet lullabies

beyond my receding anxious walls,

gracious ballads of generosity

sprinkled upon me from heaven.

The world plagued with malady

draped in veils of forgiveness,

divine fingers touch the tendrils

growing in dulcet meadows.

There's a joy unveiling kindness..

That joy lives in me,

I share it with the world

it leaps and grows freely..

Gracious Glory

Gracious green glow garners my garden

God's glorious gifts given to me

Grand gospels of generosity fill my heart

I enter his golden gates with goodness galore

Gorgeous gale gushes with grace

Growing my gleaming gazebo of faith

Glittering grapevine guides my hopes

Gratitude glorifies my gaiety soul.

God's greatness generated in ecstasy

guards galactic gravels with gratuity.

Gems glistening with galloping gaze

gradually gather on glass of prayer.

Gradient of gentle graffiti is my language

gullible gestures greeting with goodwill.

God is my generous guest for eternity. 

*This poem has been written using the literary device Alliteration that uses repetitive sounds in the first of second letters of a word series or uses repetition of the same letter sounds. I have used alliteration for the letter 'G'.*

Celeste Strides

Crescent wisps on rolling stones

swivel bubbling ember to burn.

Sizzling jewels on moss thrones,

redwood embellishes withering fern.

Showers of September rinse

sunset in mellowed strides. 

Lustrous pink rivulets wince

on shimmering green slides.

The lonely squirrel rolls in bed

to drench in soothing musk tide.

Cuddled mist drizzles the red

veil of fir seeds on the hillside.

Fiery twigs write velvet songs

on your pier of echoing lights.

My tender soul on bridge longs

to melt with iridescent nights.

Hush! Golden sequins bloom

in tunnels of moistened birch.

In Celeste's gorgeous room,

I witness our emotions perch.

Our crimson desires fuse

on dew-kissed bluebells.

September begins to cruise

on footprints of silver shells.

*This is an example of Lipogram poetry composition from which the poet systematically omits a certain letter or letters of the alphabet. “Gadsby” by Ernest Vincent Wright is a novel of over 50,000 words all written without a single letter “E”. This is a Lipogram poem without the letter 'A'.*

Gratitude For Life

Azure mornings sprinkle dewdrops

my days lustre with happiness in life,

chiming conversations with loved ones

nuzzle me to dreams on dulcet pillows.

Delight of nourishment and safety

strengthens my spirit to live and share.

Gratitude fills my soul with light,

the pinnacle of my sanguine utopia

orchestrating hopes on days of doubts,

I'm thankful I am alive with love..

When the world is gloomy I pray,

grateful for the kindness of strangers

radiating divine impulses of love.

There's more to life than we know

behind threads of tainted windows,

clusters of darkness cleansed along

by glowing joy and graciousness.

Aurora of sparkling strand grows

in a world striving to hold hands,

I'm thankful for the world..

It is beautiful how we learn to battle

inner and outer demons to survive

no matter how turbulent storms attack

we'll always find a ray of light.

For days when we recover with righteousness,

I'm thankful for the light... 

Wish To Hold Again

 In hushed strides silver threads tonight unfold again,

my longing on trampled soil to be rolled again.

Beneath maple leaves my silent flower shivers,

scarlet bed of withering dreams is cold again.

So numb my desires echo in hollowed umbra,

My wishes I fear might remain untold again.

Lonely lark from wilderness sings of my despair,

Blazing sparks simmer on snow being bold again.

Oh beloved! How oft have I waned crescent soul,

Your veil of molten stars I wish to hold again.

Dreams cuddled in beguile blossoms of aurora,

Await to relive their promises old again.

Fir-kissed caress of heartbeats over years apart,

Enchant siphoned silk silhouettes to mould again.

So bereft my memoirs leave no footprints on sand,

agony on alluring waves was sold again.

Celeste dances in nebula streams on sand dunes,

Graceful Aphrodite will I behold again?

Cynthia petals drape my hopes in banisters,

I pray my tender love grows manifold again.

*This poem has been written using the poetry form Ghazal (or Ghazel) (pronounced as "ghuzzle") which is an Arabic love poem or love-song. A poetic form consisting of couplets that share a rhyme and a refrain. It is a Persian/Arabic /Urdu/Hindi and now English form of poetry between 5-15 rhyming couplets with or without refrain. (The refrain is the repeating part at the end of each couplet). Each couplet in ghazal has the same meter/ syllables that will follow throughout the poem. The rhyming in Ghazal ends like aA bA cA dA eA etc.  In Ghazal, the first couplet must have the rhyming and the refrain in both halves of the couplet in subsequent couplets, only the second half of the couplet will follow the same scheme of rhyming. I have used 12 syllables per line over here.*

Forbidden Cake

 

He found a box of brownie cake

sprinkled with silver sugar flake.

Ah! Hidden weekend treasure,

ate with forbidden pleasure,

stays bed ridden with bellyache.

*This poem has been written using the limerick poetry form invented somewhere in Ireland in the early 18th century. A limerick is a five-line, often humorous and witty poem with lines 1, 2, and 5 have seven to ten syllables and rhyme with one another. Lines 3 and 4 have five to seven syllables and also rhyme with each other. This poem has a count of 8,8,7,7,8 syllables in line 1 to 5 respectively and a rhyme scheme of aabba.*

Gently Now, Gently

Shriveled dreams shiver tonight

your eyes shimmer with tears

tainted hopes scare your heart

crumbling under forgotten years

I've blended mellowed lullabies

in pouring stardust from above

drenching your vineyard of pain

in draped showers of my love

Gently now, gently let me wrap

your fingers entwined in laces

I've woven a blanket of stars

in clouds of fragrant traces

Gently now, gently let me caress

your parched lips with mine

trembling to melt frozen breath

as snowflakes in dewy outline

Darling, let me be your solace

in storms of anxious blue rain

your halo I embrace in euphony

of silk-kissed healing vervain

Your unfurling petals tonight dance

in soothing cuddles of light afloat

Musical sandcastles orchestrate

drunk moonlight for you to dote

Gently now, gently let me wrap

your fingers entwined in laces

I've woven a blanket of stars

in clouds of fragrant traces

Gently now, gently let me caress

your parched lips with mine

trembling to melt frozen breath

as snowflakes in dewy outline

Let your soul dance in velvet dew

we've waited for long to love again

rhythms of silent hearts to flow

on painted canvas of ethereal touch

Gently now, gently let me wrap

your fingers entwined in laces

(Let your soul dance in velvet dew)

I've woven a blanket of stars

in clouds of fragrant traces

(we've waited for long to love again)

Gently now, gently let me caress

your parched lips with mine

(rhythms of silent hearts to flow)

trembling to melt frozen breath

as snowflakes in dewy outline

(on painted canvas of ethereal touch)

Gently now, gently brush my essence..

Gently now, gently my safe heaven...

*This is a lyric form poetry of song-like quality, originated in ancient Greek Literature. A Lyric is a type of poem in which the expression is much more personal and tends to show more feeling or emotion throughout the piece. It is often a more formal type of poetry when it is read and written as well, typically spoken in the first person (I/me). There are also many different meters that can be used to express a lyric, or even a combination of meters as well. Even further, many will recognize a lyric within songs and music.*

The Magic Tree

                       It has been there for ages, perhaps older than anybody alive. Radiating dignified peace, it stands enveloping everything under it in a cocoon of soothing shade. A patient listener whom I consider my companion. On lazy noon, I'd weave uncharted territories on paper to bury in parched trunk. With numerous thoughts I couldn't share with others, I had bubbles of exuberant stories to be narrated. It swayed lush green branches and dropped a few leaves in appreciation. A young thinker humming to serene tunes of cooing wind on starry nights would teleport me to a sphere of leaves sparkling with coloured dreams. Over the years, the pile of buried pages from my memories, fears, experiences, years simmered into the roots of that old tree. It stayed patient witnessing my journey, shedding agony with withered leaves in autumn, buried under layers of winter snow, reborn every spring. From crumbles of my old struggles, figments of my journey, drops of patience nurtured it to my essence. The tree now lives as my legend, hope rising from legacy of showers that drench spirit in soaring ecstasy. The leaves fly afar, spreading through blue rivulets, blooming orchards and sing of a lonely tree that grew in a barren land with courage, turning struggles into elixir for leaves, a newfound freedom for memories to live on.

This poem has been written using the Shape poetry form which usually indicates the theme of the poem through a shape describing it.

Black Canary

 

I'll glide to absorb agony in my sonic waves~ opera for free

*Black Canary is a character from DC Comic world who possesses the skills of martial arts. In addition, she has been depicted as an expert motorcyclist, gymnast and investigator. She is also an excellent leader and tactician, having served as the field commander of the Birds of Prey and the leader of the Justice League and League of Assassins for a time. Her superpower, the canary cry, allows her to create ultrasonic vibrations whenever she screams, allowing her to severely damage both organic and inorganic objects.*

*This is a Japanese Monoku which is made up of a single horizontal line. It is similar to a Haiku in nature but unlike the Haiku which is made up of three lines with a total of seventeen syllables, a Monoku features a single line consisting of seventeen syllables or even fewer. It contains a pause brought about by speech rhythm with slight or no punctuation. The first letter should not be capitalized – but instead written in lower case.*

A Drop Of Sacrifice

For a long time, the northern sea had remained turbulent with whirlpools of fear unleashed in the hearts of the residents living close to the coastline. The hazardous hurricanes of war riding the chariot of freezing waves swooshed everything in their vicinity to the depths of slimy water.

mighty Poseidon

twirling whips of ocean waves

in piercing war zone

With the onset of serene Spring winds, the war between rival countries also subdued. Expectant families awaited their loved ones sent for raging battles. A few arrived safely, others wounded, still many dead, yet others never did. Only their belongings in wreckage of storms and war washed up to the shores.

stoned eyes gaze afar

pour agony in darkness

awaiting a dawn

Her moist eyes gleamed with hope till sundown everyday and her shivering feet traced the footprints of strangers to find her beloved husband among the survivors of war. With each passing day, her hopes trembled in fear. She wondered if her husband would be lost forever like her child as the last ships reached the shore without any news of him.

hopes turn into fears

trace footprints of time on sand ~

survivors of war

One gloomy morning her hopes soared with tides again as a group of fishermen claimed they'd found a warrior. Her eyes welled up with the rushing joy of finding the reason to be happy again. As she saw him, a wave of surprise and sadness flowed through her veins. His amputated right leg now left a spot on sand instead of his footprint.

tides of joyous sun

flickered in anxious gallops ~

alive yet damaged

Her transient shock drowned in immense happiness as she embraced him. It felt safe to be in his arms like a pearl would sleep in peace inside the seashell. He seemed ecstatic too and showed her the gift he had brought for her. It was a child! An infant looked at her with curious blue eyes to melt her heart.

abode of warm life

melting seashells to spill pearls ~

blue eyes of infant

With joy dripping through the crevices of her existence, she welcomed them and inquired how it had happened. He narrated how they had survived on the enemy's land after a sudden attack. They fought valiantly before he got separated from his company. His wounds were healed by a kind woman from the enemy clan who lived with her baby.

on red battlefield 

courage and kindness survive ~

elixir for wounds

Destiny turned upside down when they were attacked by an enemy soldier for safekeeping him. He tried to save the woman but she breathed her last with a sword pierced through her heart. He lost his leg before he could kill the monstrous man and save her child. 

twisted doors of fate

unleash mayhem on goodwill ~

tossing death to life

She'd taught him that humanity supersedes hatred and wars cease once living warriors turn into frozen corpses. The child was a reminder of the woman's sacrifice and a ray of hope in their lives. His wife had never felt so proud of her husband. She caressed tiny fingers which clasped hers and a drop of joy melting her agony, a drop of sacrifice from her eyes watered the barren garden of her life in carousels of love on sand.

black wars of hatred

melt in drops of sacrifice ~

clasping nascent love

*This poem has been written using the Japanese Haibun form(invented by Japanese poet Matsuo Basho) which is a prosimetric literary form that he used to combine elements of Chinese prose genres with Japanese haiku themes. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem,short story and travel journal. Each haibun must have a title, followed by a short prose-like paragraph. Afterward, a simple poetic haiku (three lines of 5,7,5 syllables respectively). A haibun may record a scene, or a special moment, in a highly descriptive and objective manner or may occupy a wholly fictional or dream-like space.The accompanying haiku may have a direct or subtle relationship with the prose and encompass or hint at the gist of what is recorded in the prose sections.*

Wings Of Wisdom

On the edge of a cliff between vulnerability and strength

I stand in solitude atop my chariot of dissolving mysteries.

Withering in nostalgia a little girl, a reader of the stars,

sees in crystal ball, midsummer dreams wrapped in winter warmth.

She wishes to exist in multitudes of legendary stories,

a princess no doubt to whom I whisper bittersweet melody at night,

"One day you'll be the woman of your dreams in eternity of love.

You darling, are a wave of perpetual rhythms in experiences,

a pilgrim of your own facets in kaleidoscopic journeys,

when you've lived my years, your wings of wisdom will flutter,

to sprinkle the essence of past on a little girl weaving probabilities,

light will enter your life someday for you're someone just like me."

Stargaze

 let dust twinkle on your eyelids ~ I'd love to stargaze in your eyes

*This is a Japanese Monoku which is made up of a single horizontal line. It is similar to a Haiku in nature but unlike the Haiku which is made up of three lines with a total of seventeen syllables, a Monoku features a single line consisting of seventeen syllables or even fewer. It contains a pause brought about by speech rhythm with slight or no punctuation. The first letter should not be capitalized – but instead written in lower case.*

Dandelion Rain

 dandelion seeds waltz in wind~ poured on wedding cake in rain

*This is a Japanese Monoku which is made up of a single horizontal line. It is similar to a Haiku in nature but unlike the Haiku which is made up of three lines with a total of seventeen syllables, a Monoku features a single line consisting of seventeen syllables or even fewer. It contains a pause brought about by speech rhythm with slight or no punctuation. The first letter should not be capitalized – but instead written in lower case.*

Sapphire Snowflake

sumptuous sundown

splashes sonorous silk stream~

sapphire snowflake slides

A traditional Japanese Haiku- It is a representation of poetry about nature with three lines using 5,7,5 syllables respectively. 

Woman In Chains

 

Her smiles of valour encase her agony--

  broken dreams crawling to murmur in pain,

   her fiery scars pound against her sanity

    struggling in twisted ropes of silent screams.

     A wounded Athena, she is a woman in chains

      staring at her shattered reflections.

  Her shades of red, they haven't seen--

   polished above tattered breaths,

    tender shrieks buried under forced arms

      blurred visions of screaming tyranny.

       A trampled magnolia, she is a woman in chains

         rotting in her Carmen of morose ember.

    Oh woman! You embrace scars with dignity

       ethereal flow of progeny in evil hands,

   your banished desires in shriveled ages

      lost in spiral cobwebs of festered veins.

  Her miserable existence in liberation--

   burning thorns in mourning labyrinths,

    she simmers courage in dried paranoia

     a streak of red blood, no longer she'd fear.

      A goddess flickering amber lamps of hope

       her essence flows through mankind.

     Oh woman! Feel the celestial powers

         preserved in your gracious bosom,

     your afflicted pain nurtures patience

        strong enough to bend heavenly tides.

       A wounded Athena, a trampled magnolia

          A rotting Carmen, a goddess she is..

    The woman in chains pours forgiveness 

      filling oceans from azure exuberance,

    her selfless heart of mellowed love

      permeates Satan's abode with virtue.

    The woman in chains wears sacrifice

        her gossamer veil embraces men's follies,

   she carries the elixir of compassion

       ripples of hopes for scarred souls.

         Oh woman! They oppress you in madness,

       to your sanctity they bow in agitation,

    timeless tragedies in forgotten fires

  you dust your wings to fly again.

Serenade of Fall

Shades of leaves wavering from mauve to ember

colour my lavender spirits in days of November.

When lustrous autumn blankets silently reap,

my glorious desires in ecstasy drench me deep.

A corridor of withering dandelions in dreams

simmers soothing secrets in glistening beams.

Every year I wait for soothing serenade of fall

it wraps my soul in slumber of a Cashmere shawl.

Silver fog shivers to glide with sunlit breeze,

memories melt my heart as snow begins to freeze.

On twirling trumpets of aural leaves I dance,

maple trees orchestrate a proliferous glance.

The hums of wet layered crystals appease dew,

I breathe iridescent aroma of reviving damp hue.

In quietude embossed broken twigs in scarlet rays,

I weave a pattern of opera peeping through haze.

There's an old tree house draped at divine dusk,

I spend my hours inhaling in wind dispersed musk.

My sandcastles of love fly in azure palate of sky,

with echoing wind my embellished petals rise high.

The rivulets under the wooden bridge caress pebbles

longing to strum starry nights as shriveling rebels.

Sequins of crimson in haloed wisps of Autumn tide,

the fir tree shimmers in veils as a stunning bride.

Ah! On starry nights when crystals kiss furling space,

my love blooms in blushing incarnations with grace.

Autumn tiptoes nervously for the forest to be reborn,

a gossamer shield of awakened serenity my cells adorn.

A Time For Us

Through silk tresses glistening in ember,

I saw you for the first time in December.

Oh sparks could ignite in freezing snow,

a rhythm born in silent hearts I'd know.

Your cherry-dipped voice dwelling upon

my painted canvas on a scarlet dawn.

Ethereal touch that drenches my longing soul,

inhaling your musk diffusing us into a whole.

Darling, I'd waited for you all these years,

your tickling glances dissolved my fears.

You breathe silver crescents on newborn pearls,

lulling me in blankets of tranquil starry curls.

I've kissed your silhouette in strumming breeze,

yet my harp strings love for your heart to please.

My safe heaven in a moist galaxy of sand dunes,

a time for us, our heartbeats fuse to distant tunes.

You've brushed my halo with siphoned showers

and I believe love was destined to be ours.

In this world and an afterlife I do believe,

we'll find each other for December to retrieve.

Tonight I melt in your arms to weave a song,

I've waited for my love, hasn't it been long?

*This poem has been written using the Couplet poetry form which contains pairs of lines that are of the same length and have the same rhythmic structure, which is known in poetry as meter. The rhyming words in a couplet are typically placed as the last word of each line.*

The Secret Sanctuary

In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,

the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.

The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,

like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.

Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,

frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.

I find solace in sumptuous serenades through storms,

in symphony of mellowed streams, my anxiety reforms.

Intertwined petals of Cynthia and magnolia waltz,

undressing my weariness to dissolve draped faults.

Butterflies blissfully slip into alluring aurora,

a healing touch melts my heart in gleaming aura.

A sapphire gem dropped by the albatross as rain,

absorbs my tormented memories in nascent vervain.

The seeds of lavender mellows in whispers strum,

silk strings of your fir-kissed ensnaring soft hum.

How gracefully my soul dances behind velvet dew,

as Asteria and Aphrodite fuse their worlds anew.

In the vineyard of blushing lullabies in light,

my musk-soaked pages flip with snowflakes bright.

The oceans of my universe peek into a shore afar,

dripping in crevices of my sanctuary as your star.

I doze off to a euphony of embraced fingers in sleep,

this secret paradise, our eternal promise I'll keep.

*This poem has been written using the Couplet poetry form which contains pairs of lines that are of the same length and have the same rhythmic structure, which is known in poetry as meter. The rhyming words in a couplet are typically placed as the last word of each line.*

In My World

   

  Oh forsaken heart! Where do you go?

     Floating in charades of worldly traces,

  your pain polished for a veiled show,

     longs to heal your withering spaces.

  In whirlpools of tears you've seen

    scarred silhouettes to fears, succumb.

  Seething malady of death in your spleen

    drips as rotten blood from your thumb.

  Come here, to a world of lucid emotions

    unveil your scars pining to be cured,

  hold oars of hope in ailing oceans,

    rivulets of tender lullabies assured.

  In my world, viscous mist layers dreams,

    soothing threads weave tattered hopes

  cuddling ember in snowstorm gleams

    along incandescent flames on dark slopes.

  In my world, you'd be free to dissolve

    your agony in whispers of caressed mirth,

  showers of soft silk melodies resolve

    to build sandcastles in tides of rebirth.

  In my world, death is a friend in disguise,

    unmasking greedy hurricanes of wars to peace,

  swords of taciturn kingdoms wait and rise

    to build bridges serene elixir they release.

  Come along, my world colours tainted strokes

    of raging storms that end with a rising sun,

  unwrap your shields to these familiar folks,

    facing inner battles with courage, they've won.

  In my world, February follows December strides,

    withering leaves from solace in slumber retrace,

  to hold freezing nights in Asteria's melodious tides,

    won't you love to float to an enchanting place?

    Oh heart, there is a world with love I'd create,

      my dreams strengthen the walls until you wait..

Rainbows

red ants parade forth

dew dances on trembling twigs~

rainbows hula hoop

*A traditional Japanese Haiku- It is a representation of poetry about nature with three lines using 5,7,5 syllables respectively.*

Treat

leftovers from royal suite~

starving kid's treat

*This one has been written using the Ziket poetry form, invented by Dr.Zik. It is a two-line poem with the first line containing maximum 8 syllables and the second line containing maximum 5 syllables. The two lines need not necessarily rhyme with each other.*

Playful Sleep

Blue

blissful

velvet wings

caress warm breeze

on my golden paws at violet dusk.

Scent of primrose petals nuzzles my fur,

nectar-kissed friends 

sing me to

playful

sleep.

*This poem has been written using the form Tetractys(here Double Tetractys) consisting of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1. Double Tetractys maybe written as: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, and a Triple Tetractys as: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 10.*

Childhood Boat

I had a secret dream

watching a magnificent vessel at twilight

in a stream.

Painted in blue

to sail through dusk the velvet bright

sea view.

Afloat,

dreams in my light

boat.

I had a secret dream,

to sail through dusk the velvet bright

boat.

*This poem has been written using a form of Rhyme poetry which uses total 12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each) with a rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD. The 4th stanza consists of repetition of 1st line of stanza 1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3. The poem has a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting. The syllable count for each stanza is Stanza 1: 6,12,3 (3 times 2,4,1), Stanza 2: 4,8,2 ( 2 times 2,4,1), Stanza 3: 2,4,1, Stanza 4: 6,8,1.*

Sprouting Clouds

Wrapped in blue ribbons, a box of little seeds,

shivered in my palms as I unraveled the layers.

Planted in my garden, caressed by gentle breeze,

they sprouted into amorphous clouds from the soil.

Creeping along my window side they hovered at nights,

I hadn't imagined a shrub of vibrant emotions...

Ah! They burst in colourful showers in my dreams,

I dance on floating tunes in the ballroom of love.

Somersaulting across the nearby lawn they sweep,

gentle strides of cushioned blooming mellowed showers.

My neighbour seems friendly on gloomy mornings,

simmering camaraderie from sprinkled rain of joy.

I smile and wonder what magic those seeds possess

while they secretly wink from sprouting clouds at me.

Mirrored Emotions

Oh heart! Won't you bloom your petals tonight,

my wearied wings flutter with sapphire hopes;

wild dreams shimmer while I caress their whispers,

let streams of curled memories drench my soul.

Let streams of curled memories drench my soul,

wild dreams shimmer while I caress their whispers;

my wearied wings flutter with sapphire hopes,

oh heart! Won't you bloom your petals tonight.

*These are two four line verses that mirror each other.  Lines 1,2,3,4 of the first verse become lines 4,3,2,1 in effect mirroring each other.*

My Knight 'Titanium'

Those light blue eyes I still remember,

they'd stare into mine when I was seven,

your touch of silk in crystal white hair,

I'd named you 'Titanium', my silver knight.

We grew up together walking in the woods,

you'd eat soaked bread from a blue cup;

thrilled by sounds of distant trains at night,

we'd stay awake until I snored on your back.

I read next to you while you nuzzled my feet,

your tinkling paws I traced in wet garden,

you sniffed marigold when Spring was near,

I'd chase you to your place with pigeons.

The last Winter together I would never forget,

we ran around fireflies on our little terrace,

you dozed off with me never to wake up again,

that wretched morning passed by but I still cry.

In The Mountains

It was mid-April yet felt like December

we tramped a rocky trail in the Himalayas,

our footsteps echoed in the enchanting valley

under the blanket of warm twinkling stars.

Snow-clad peaks seemed closer than ever

as we walked hand in hand, a few strangers,

we'd found each other in our intriguing conquest

mesmerized by dizzy aroma of mountain villages.

We reached atop lost in crispy midnight

beneath was a stream of shimmering crystals,

afar, a night walker hummed ancient lullaby

wrapping our frozen hands in a Cashmere touch.

Our shivering hearts melting to soothing Aurora

narrated journeys around fire lit by familiarity.

A few hours gave us moments to remember for lifetime

as we hula hooped our fears in freezing breeze.

The kindness of strangers and the love we shared

still warms my Winter nights in starry crystals,

An unexpected journey lingers in my memory

showering shooting stars of tender whispers.

Apathy

   

  You google lavish Porsche sipping Latte,

    plump fingers scrolling fancy images,

      thermostat stuck at a fixed temperature,

        you glower at the assistant for pending checkup,

          awaiting deals of millions to boast with greed.

           Pulse rate soars with flickering prices,

             you yell at my screen, "It sucks!"

      Hold on my friend you really don't know-

        I wish you'd googled the phrase,

       you'd float in oceans of realities

          and know what really sucks.

      A boy who spent his years earning from cremations

         witnessing teary families among pools of churned corpses,

            on morose blue nights with howling wolves

              vultures screeching for food in a desolate barren forest

           would be baffled to hear you whine about your life--

      a word for your ignorance.

          That man in your office spent years slogging for you

            to find an abode for his family, pay his bills and sleep in peace;

              crumbling under your tyranny he passed away last week,

            his family would has never seen such delicate issues--

         a word for your indifference.

        Your own old neighbour evacuated his place yesterday

          sighing under indebted loans, he couldn't afford the lawsuit

            you'd filed against him for creating an old age home

           at the land you'd always wanted; he'd wonder for sure--

      a word for your insensitivity.

        The woman outside your building  wanted a petty job to heal her child

          crying in pain on a Winter night; her wailing sobs unheard by you

            would tell her child to have faith while she watches him slowly die,

          she'd love to mop her anxieties again--

      a word for your insanity.

             They haven't use that word

               they know what really sucks.

          You've signed a deal for millions 

             with those in dictating power

          of weapons, drugs and tools, 

            spewing hazardous venom indeed

          to people in every country,

            you celebrate this victory,

          a masked Red dragon awakens;

              yet when wars are waged

          calamities descend on lands

              diplomats express fake condolences

          you'll join them in charades

             vile progressions to paint in red

         the world with blood-soaked money,

             laughing at those who suffer--

          a word for your monstrosity.

          You keep your fingers crossed and wish for an antidote to cure

            burning lands afar in greed; your thermostat and Porsche

              could save you until then but honey do you ever wonder

                what would you say when flames drape your paradise

                  and you believe it sucks; it really does..

The Lamp Of Hope

In dark alleys of haunting fears,

hearts lost to shivering despair,

a soothing glow wipes hurtful tears,

the lamp of hope lights our path.

Old wounds of gloom tended by love,

souls filled with consoling faith,

rivers of joy shine from above,

the lamp of hope lights our path.

Divine forgiveness blooming for us,

bereft of sadness in peaceful bloom,

draped in benign gestures thus,

the lamp of hope lights our path.

May we be blessed with God's presence,

to find redemption in hours of agony,

guiding this world in grateful essence,

the lamp of hope lights our path.

Autumn Whispers

 

On a golden carpet of lustrous laurel

another red leaf in amber blaze gleams,

twirling to trumpets in waltz so aural

blanket of glorious crimson autumn dreams.

Iridescent veil orchestrates blue fir trees

maple shimmers in draped sequins of crystal dew,

swaying to layered hums of shivering breeze

blazing in flames of proliferous mauve hue.

Immersed in aroma of wet mountain slumber

lavender dusk nervously cuddles silver frost,

spreading gossamer melody on emerging umber

bathing in scarlet rays, broken twigs embossed.

Symphony of scintillating fervent topaz seas

disperses from azure palate on electric sky,

dripping to crevices of haloed tides to appease

mellows of echoing wind for sandcastles to fly.

Exploding ecstasy of an embellished petal springs

peeping through rivulets in reaping wisps of desire,

to a moonlit bridge, my whispering red leaf clings

longing to strum tender strings in autumn's bonfire.

Unshackled

 

Could beliefs be wrong

I've survived for too long

in a world full of conflicts,

wilting nascent innocence--

with venomous fearful experiences..

Broken dreams crawl to breathe

inflicted with harsh realities

unaware of masked conspiracies

in fiery oceans of betrayal,

now pound against my sanity

floating to silver stars--

they shiver to exist in probabilities..

Diminishing hopes entangled

in twisted vague ropes

digging deeper in graves

of deceased memories with pain,

now wander on ghostly roads

to bury my doubts in deserts--

they struggle to break free from paranoia..

Banished desires shriveled 

in cobwebs of perturbed fate

drowning me in labyrinths

of mourning wails of apathy,

now stand valiantly in pain

to discard thorns of memories--

they peep to bloom on a sparkling dawn..

Dreams, desires, hopes

now faded pages in my book

rest in secret dreams

when my old soul knocks

on doors of crimson agony,

raging embers of morose scars

fester my wounds in tyranny,

blood red scuffles of anguish

drench my chapped lips to revive--

buried spears hurled at me..

I've walked an unrelenting journey

obliviating desolate scars

melting stormy whiplash

with exuberant hope of love.

I've vowed to discard that fragment

tossing my miserable frozen chunks

rolling forth with fervent streams

on midnight along a canopy

to fly afar and find my shore.

I've paid my last visit

to broken twigs of dissolving fears

begging for atonement in mercy

swooshing with cushions of dried leaves.

I've wiped the wailing stories

retreating into resurrection

soothing whispers healed my infliction

from hurricanes of exile.

Unshackled from that anchor

my ship in stormy seas

releases a victorious incandescence

manifested by shimmering strength

of the hurt inflicted upon me..

Incandescence

    

    Asteria glides on a turquoise sea

       caressing Luna in indigo hues,

         velvet drizzles cuddle a wilted tree

           topaz prairies in fragrant whispers fuse.

             Golden fireflies flicker with wind to cruise.

     In honeyed mist of soothing astral streams

       my blue primrose petal dances in dreams,

         your halo orchestrates secrets untold,

          bathed by healing incandescent moonbeams

            in darkness your silk aurora I hold.

This poem has been written using the Dizain poetry form which is a French poem or stanza of ten lines, employing eight or ten syllables to the line and having a specific rhyming pattern, as ababbccdcd. I have used ten syllables per line.

Last Breath

 As dark storms roar, on numb biting floor his fears soar,

masked monsters crawl in painful sprawl of chilling squall

in his abode, winter showed then memories flowed.

Familiar gloom creeps in the room; a hazy fume,

war mistakes, a secret shakes while his courage breaks

a struggling moth, blood red froth staining his white cloth.

An ember glow, his hopes flow striding across snow

lighting a fire, dreams desire to reach higher,

a soothing touch his fingers clutch reviving much

anxieties cease, cells release his soul in peace.

*This poem uses a triple rhyme scheme with three rhyming words in a line and 12 syllables per line.*

Autumn's Ballerina

twirling wind trumpets

golden leaves rustle in waltz

veiled autumn tiptoes

A traditional Japanese Haiku- It is a representation of poetry about nature with three lines using 5,7,5 syllables respectively.