Fable of Felicity

In the orchard of opalescence

magnificent myriads of mellows

fervently flow in fountains

breathing beguile blossoms

a forgotten fable ferments,

in haunting hollows I hear.

My heart is a restless garden

with varying pulses of penumbra

conflicts caressing cuddles

tenacious tattered thorns

singing to sumptuous serenades

where brisking bubbles burst

butterflies spread beautiful wings

bees buzzing like ballerinas

to ballads in pirouettes--

a symphony calms my anxieties

descending from azure skies

but my vineyard wilts in agony.

A bird drops a seed of hope

from a foreign land in my orchard

sprouting to strive in storms

emanating exotic effervescence

ballerinas pause their buzz

butterflies flee in fear

serenades slip in streams

out casting the stranger seed.

I touch the seed with curiosity

blissfully in my meadow

melancholy melts to melodies

auspicious aurora allures

tender bud in lavender hues 

drenching my dulcet dreams

in showers of chrysanthemum whispers

draping my fears at dusk

embrace my weariness with love

Is this what I'd been awaiting

a stranger I've always known

Aphrodite in lilac curtains

blushes to unfurl the petals

my fingers touch her musings

her fragrance blooms my orchard

ensnaring my sapphire senses

sparkling in emerald dew drops

I plant her beside my window

she's my fable of felicity

vineyard reviving to life

as tendrils ascend to witness

her velvet lullabies 

"Sleep my love 

another garden awaits me"

Feather

I found myself floating again

numerous wings to fly

a curve on the mountain

a mellow in the morning

evaporating in azure sky.

Should I go ahead?

Is there a world that's mine...

the feather wonders each day.

Lo! The whirlpool scatters them all

it rises alone, terrified in the wind.

Hush! The streams calm those shrieks

the feather strides on a fluffy cloud

glittering shades of scarlet twilight

then falls to slumber on a pale leaf...

Jasmine Gloom

A jasmine shrub, shivering on a December night in gloom of white petals with watery pearls, nervously awaits the bumblebee. 'Hush' it whispers breathing till last drop, the fragrant bloom then leaves for the moon, the wilting shrub wonders 'why not me'...

Lullaby

  floating in darkness
        tears move bells in lullaby...
              soothing dreams light up


This one has been written using the Japanese form Senryu, which is similar to Haiku in construction using three unrhymed lines of 5,7,5 syllable count respectively. The only difference is that while Haiku poetry is abut nature, a Senryu is about human reactions, emotions, politics or satire.

Anodyne

    

     A frozen chunk..
          his numb heart thumping against
        the malady of raging menace
            ears pressed on a twisted loop
         his wailing scars defy imprudence.

     Gasping as his skin festers
          with decaying yellow leaves
            awaiting his impending doom
               on snow covered in blood red weapons
                  his drooping eyes imagine his existence
                    bidding farewell to the soldier
                      echoing memories of his beloved
                        rustling leaves wipe in Autumn's whirlwind
                           smiling faces beginning to dissolve...

           Oh but what about angels?
               Wouldn't they caress his last wishes..
            How he listens to wretched silence 
                in desolate sounds of trampled twigs..
            Envisioning fallacies of resurrection
                warm his frozen courage
            he succumbs to an eternal slumber..

                                  ~~~~~

      Swaying in a hammock of ecstasy
                 he wakes up at twilight
      away from the frozen battlefield.
           The sultry aroma of electric waves
       twirling to seduce him in azure blaze,
            his beloved's fingers entwined
              to trace sandcastles on his palms,
          an albatross afar orchestrating
             vibrating shades of dusk in rhythms,
                 dancing flames of haloed stars
                    on a galactic opera in breeze..

    His anodyne is a dream
      that pulls him away from dark shadows.
        He walks freely on a tranquil plane
          immersed in oceans of his symphony,
            his love gazes in awe of his courage..
              
          Let him rest on his soft dreams
              wavering like stars from heavenly willow,
          he breathes in the silence of his anodyne...

Humming Streams

Hollows of anxieties dwell

next to a frivolous stream,

grey rolling stones in drizzles,

scattered ashes from glowing ember.

Oh! Ballads descend stealthily

sprinkled along Luna's wings,

they shimmer along the coast

dissolving in whispering mist.

I watch them blanket the stream

in patterns of blue humming pearls,

familiar memoirs bridge my worlds

I stand on a bridge fusing my breath

visible pain blending with invisible cure.

I've been on a journey tracing these dreams

holding a thread of frozen hopes,

closer they seem, farther they move..

I chase along stranded trenches

soothing trails of humming streams.

The Invisible Thread

 I've spent numerous such days
     isolated in a cornered haze,
 surrounded by layered traces
     of my own multiple human faces
 but this one has taken me afar
    into my caves of a haunting scar,
 where I tremble in dark fears
    drowning into storms of tears.

 Afraid of losing my loved ones
    my memories eclipsed by doomed suns--
 what holds me is an invisible thread
   that gleams in dark storms ahead.
 I follow the whispers of my heart,
   a symphony of hope from the start.
 It reminds me to never forget,
    life continues after a sunset.

 Love and kindness shine like stars,
   fireflies glittering in hopeful jars,
 to be spread as love ballads along
   scarred paths on those who long
 to find rays of hopes growing bleak,
   their voices we must always seek.
 Darkness might cluster our land,
   our strength remains a white strand--
 words, gestures, thoughts that flow
    will always be healers in a loving glow
 in the numbered days that we would live,
   joy to ourselves and others we must give.

Mellowed Muse

Blended in the world outside I breathe,

inside my heart distant waves seethe

awaiting a tranquil recluse to sprout,

in silver shells bubbling roundabout.

In quietude they peep into my slumber,

spreading over my parched blank umber.

They rush into my mind wings to fly,

taking me to the zenith in blue sky.

A land of my thoughts draped in words,

my muse chirping to soar with birds.

I hear a velvet mellow enchanting me,

twinkling pearls as stars in ecstasy.

Imaginations, dreams, hopes and love

emotions of an innocent white dove,

the waves of my muse engulf my flow,

my pen weaves words in a blessed glow.

A secret island of lush green trees

where I wander in the soothing breeze,

when my ink dries up I sleep in peace,

my muse is a scent my dreams release.

Nascent Warmth

Wrapped in a bubbling liquid sack I grew,

zero vision for my tiny eyes hazel blue,

all I'd seen-- a dark floating tube to breathe,

I heard muffled voices again beginning to seethe.

Calmed by a gentle touch of love on stormy nights,

I awaited to find it the day I'd step into lights.

Ah! Pulled out into blinding white flashing sheets,

a beautiful world welcomed my racing naive heartbeats.

She cocooned me with love in her warm shivering arms,

velvet touch into my existence whispers with charms,

my blue eyes sparkle in a topaz gleam of soothing hope,

her finger holds my tiny hand with a promise to cope.

Assurance flows from her honeyed voice I have known

in mother's mellowed lullabies for nine months I've flown,

she wraps me in a starry blanket of warm cozy delight,

my beady eyes shine with wonder as I cuddle her tight.

Dulcet Dreams

Oh angels draped in topaz dress,

let me float in tranquil blue seas

my curly tresses dance in breeze.

Hypnotic powers you possess,

you calm my raging hurricanes

silver keys unlocking old chains.

Shooting stars in aurora bless,

crimson pearls adorning sand dune

bathed in aroma of mauve tune.

I've been enchanted I confess,

my naive desires take a leap

fusing lavender hopes to reap.

My visions you gently caress,

frozen whispers dancing in beams

bloom my drizzles in dulcet dreams.

Oh angels draped in topaz dress,

hypnotic powers you possess,

shooting stars in aurora bless,

I've been enchanted I confess,

my visions you gently caress.

*This poem has been written using the rhyming Constanza poetry form in which there are five tercets(stanzas of three lines) and a stanza of five lines in the end. Each line in this poem has 8 syllables. The rhyming scheme is abb acc add aee aff aaaaa. Also, the first line of each tercet is repeated at the end to form the last stanza of five lines.*

Effervescent Flamboyant Garden

Eclipse

emerald eclipse

emanates effervescent

eloquent essence

~~~~~~

Feathers

fiery frivolous

fervent feathers fly flaunting

flamboyant facets

~~~~~~

Garden

guarding golden gate

gives gaiety green garden

glorious grandeur

*This poem has been written using a sequence of three Haikus (Japanese poetry form about nature of three lines with 5-7-5 syllables respectively). I have also used alliteration in each Haiku with a single letter subsequently changing to the next one in the next Haiku, e,f,g respectively.*

Oldest Albatross

Across the oceans crossing ferocious dark barriers of time

I've floated from Midway Atoll with fervent waves that chime

humming melodies of my journeys to distant lands

making my own way through colourful windy strands.

I opened my eyes on a swaying grassland in recluse

azure horizon kissing shades of mauve golden hues

sprinkled on sand long back as I took my first flight

I remember soaring with lamb white clouds so bright.

Flew across different continents in changing seasons

my little ones merge my legacy with joyous reasons

I sing of raging storms and bravery on ancient beacons

on voyages I calm scared souls when their spirit weakens.

I find my way back home to meet my beloved every year

my memories of wetland behind fierceness I hold dear

recognized as the oldest living wild bird I spread love

known as 'Wisdom' I still live to soar freely high above.

*The oldest living wild bird(banded) is a female Laysan albatross that nests within the world's largest albatross colony on Midway Atoll National Wildlife Refuge in the Hawaiian islands. She is at least 69 years old and is believed to have laid nearly 40 eggs over her life. She survived a tsunami and was first recognized in 1956 then again over a span of many years(through her band). In 2006, she was named 'Wisdom' as a symbol of hope for all species that depend upon the ocean to survive.*

**This poem has been written using the literary device Personification in which human characteristics are attributed to nonhuman things. Personification offers the poet a way to give the world life and motion by assigning familiar human behaviors and emotions to animals, inanimate objects, and abstract ideas. I have personified as a bird over here.**

Masked Tenderness

He toils in dirt on a scorching summer day

a simple man yearning to earn a fruitful pay.

Scars from spades failed to diminish his hopes

in zealous manner, he climbs along rocky slopes.

His seeds of exuberance simmer in parched land

he wishes to save a few pennies for a red band.

The joy on his beloved's face would be a reward

his sweat-soaked wishes more than he could afford.

At twilight he receives earnings of his trades

his previous savings add to cheerful cascades.

A new red band for his beloved's silky tresses

he'd want to stroke her hair in warm caresses.

Her love in sprinkles of blooming lilac pearls

holds his shivering courage in soothing curls.

A whispering solace in mighty oceans of life

melts pain into dripping embrace in heavy strife.

The world has always known him for his stern shades

healing tenderness remains masked beyond dark charades.

Shapes of Smoke

   His fragile limbs in a caged body 
    seeking proteins from ivy drips
     vulnerable fears hushed by whirring darkness
      paranoia draped in wavering existence of malady
       sea of sick humans hanging like leaves from willow
      mitigated by prayers of angels in white coats
    yet lowered pulse rate in hopeful daylight
   but his sumptuous mind holds the key to freedom
    in deepest slumber his twisted cage breaks free
     arising hopes float in ropes of subconscious mist
      his smiling shadow traces whispers of memories
        he sways his brittle fingers in ecstasy 
          shapes of smoke growing as titans in silence
            his love is a ghost that the others can't see
              exploding stars in topaz lit utopia paint
               charcoal brush adorning sparkling bristles of love
               colourful patterns on canvas of blank memory
              flashing waves entrancing visions of kisses alight
             blankets of amnesia in existence but he dances
           on a hustling vintage platform emerging in fog
         breeze in his red shirt chasing scarlet sunsets
        he boards a crimson wagon longing for a journey
      holding roses for Aphrodite in the land of swans
     simmering in flashes of blooming glitters.
      Rising dawn clicks the buttons in his mind
       blank memories, ivy drips lock him away
         in a caged body his fragile limbs rest
          nobody knows he visits a soothing paradise 
           fog curls under his pillow in deep oceans
         till slithering hazy sapphire nights arrive

Beautiful Bounteous Blessings

"Today don't beg, don't ask, just thank God in silence for all the blessings in your life. Each morning brings a hidden blessing; a blessing which is unique to that day. You deserve all the good things that happen to you." ~ Paulo Coelho Auspicious azure atoll with augmented aurora Bounteous bells bringing in buoyant breeze Chiming cornucopia of coloured circles Drawing drapes of dulcet dreams in delight Emanating effervescence of enchanting echoes Frivolously flying fervent fruits of father's faith Gratitude garnered graciously in gaiety golden gospels Humming harmonious hopes of humane harbinger Iridescent immaculate ink of inbound ideologies Jubilant jar of judicious joy in juggles Kernels of kindness kindred in kaleidoscope Luminescent leaves with lustre of love language Mother's memoirs of mesmerizing morning mellow Nurturing nascent nights with neon nuzzles Opulent overwhelming opportunities of optimism Pinnacles of permeating pleasure peeking in panacea Quintessential quilt of quietude quenching quests Radiant realms of rapport reviving a rhapsody Soft silver slumber sparkling in sanguine serendipity Translucent threads of tenacious tangible treasures Unearthed utopia upholding ushered upbeats of urges Veracious variance vibrating valiantly in vicinity Wonderful white wisps of warm whispering waves Xenon xing from xenial xylophones of xander xenia Yellow yarns of yonder yesterdays yielding youthfulness Zooming with zillion zestful zigzags to zealous zenith


*This poem has been written using the Abecedarian poetry form which is a type of alphabet acrostic poem where each line or verse begins with a successive letter of the alphabet (a, b, c, d...and so forth) until the end of the alphabet is reached. It is arranged by alphabetical order with the initial line beginning with the first letter of the alphabet. Each line or verse begins with a successive letter of the alphabet and ending with the final letter. I have also used Alliteration and List form along with Abecedarian form.*

Sparkling Dreams

On my graduation as I handed my degree to my mother, she traced every word with her fingers and moist eyes. Her eyes sparkled with happiness and innocence of her efforts fulfilling dreams with gratitude to God.

stars of wonder shine

in beads of glee for her child

mom's dreams live in 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.*

Recurring Monochrome Dream

I'm phasing in a recurring monochrome dream,

velvet whispers lead me to a sonorous stream,

translucent visions fall as vibrating showers,

retracing footsteps on trampled golden flowers.

Fragrant lullabies guide me on bronze ferns,

a flamboyant willow guards the deserted turns.

On a dilapidated porch I pick dry hazel leaves,

under pungent moss, the tattered garden grieves.

A wavy shadow moves behind heavy sepia curtain,

why I stand in an unknown place, I feel uncertain.

I ascend the staircase of my fears to a bolted door,

a withered rosette of memories remains on the floor,

beyond the entrance are mementos of a family in past,

a photograph fading those faces but smiles would last.

A crystal chandelier sings of days lost in aged time,

strange that I find familiarity in the echoing chime.

My pictures on the impervious roof in white appear,

bewildered I run to the frozen window dripping fear.

Oh this mind is a decaying house I visit in reprise,

only to chase shapes of love from tears in my eyes.

Faded Leaf

                

                     By the serene riverside
             I found a faded yellow leaf
                 withering blades portrayed
           ferocious storms in the journey
                     I have been clinging to it
                trampled patches of scars
                    a memento of grey veins
              broken dreams embedded
                       somewhere in the midrib
        frayed memories conjugating
                        along oscillating spine
               still vibrating in pain
                         to undulating frequencies

                                I stop
                this isn't how the leaf should be
                           so I plunge it into the river
                  glowering greedily to drown it perhaps
                        but those scars get washed away
           vibrating veins attain equilibrium
                  the leaf floats to the surface
                with faded memoirs to be forgotten
                      I pick it up gleaming in moist droplets
                            reborn by the gaiety riverside

                              I leave it there
                     and walk ahead
                         another journey awaits
                      the leaf and me
                          we turn pages
                        beyond borders of this river

Silver Streak

Verse 1:

Floating in deep blue oceans

my dreams struggle to reap

I am haunted by gloomy strums

echoing in my broken sleep

Verse 2: 

Burning shadows rage in hollows

wailing to the darkness of night

my heart pierced by blazing agony

Oh! My eyes look for a light

  Chorus:

   I hold on to a thread of hope

    when my spirit seems too weak

  a soothing breeze in fiery storms

   uplifts my courage so bleak

In roaring thunderstorms I see

  black clouds fade in silver streak

And it gleams my faint waves

  hope simmers to reach a blessed peak

Verse 3: 

Nightmares of buried doubts

chilling the marrow in bones

smoke rises to shape silence

falling in water like stones

Verse 4:

Unfolding vermilion scars of past

pulled me down all these years

I've learnt to drown with them

borders beyond my dry tears

Chorus:

I hold on to a thread of hope

  when my spirit seems too weak

a soothing breeze in fiery storms

  uplifts my courage so bleak

In roaring thunderstorms I see

  black clouds fade in silver streak

And it gleams my faint waves

  hope simmers to reach a blessed peak

Bridge:

Hope it is that lights my path

Hope it was that led my journey

Hope it will be that stays again

tearing dark clouds till eternity

to unleash a silver lining I believe

Chorus:

I hold on to a thread of hope

  when my spirit seems weak

   (Fading fears melt in gleaming hopes)

a soothing breeze in fiery storms

  uplifts my courage so bleak

   (black clouds fade in silver streak)

In roaring thunderstorms I see

  black clouds fade in silver streak

   (hope simmers to reach a blessed peak)

And it gleams my faint waves

  hope simmers to reach a blessed peak

   (my hope is a gleaming silver streak)

     my hope is a gleaming silver streak...

     (Until chorus fades)

*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.*

Paradox

Hold onto your spirit my old soul

my young nights floating in sky,

with black clouds moving to light stars

do war drums still pound against your sanity?

Signs of victory in labyrinths you'd found

but blazing sparks still burn your brown books,

with ghosts on roads of mourning nights

can you bury your doubts in dust again?

Hush! Your valiant shadow stands tonight

at crimson doors of agony from past in pain,

thorns born of wailing scars vanish gloriously

do blissful crystals wrap your sizzling grains?

Onyx hollows drooping your visions in black

brush your dancing chaos in topaz dusk,

numb raging coal shifts in hammocks of paranoia

can you find light through falls in snowstorm?

My old soul, your symphony of valour in halo

blooms in drizzling dark wisps of apathy,

sparkling buds in wings dripping at twilight,

fly along, your mind rains stars on this dawn.

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 'E' (also without the letters 'J' and 'Q'.)

Astral Springs

Scintillating whispers of hushed sapphire dew,

my heart flutters in shades of pale blue;

blooming waves in topaz rings,

desires spread new wings

to a song.

Springs

rush along

curled silver glass strings,

my thread of memories clings

to spectrum of stars falling in queue,

scintillating whispers of hushed sapphire dew.

Written using Andaree rhyme poetry form, this poem has a syllable count of 11-9-7-5-3-1-3-5-7-9-11, and a rhyme scheme of AabbcbcbbaA. Line 1 is repeated in line 11.

Ruby Showers

I spent my day shopping for rubies.

Shades of magenta, crimson, maroon

sparkling in the ocean of my options

as stars which would make me swoon.

The old manager tried his best

to understand my specific details,

yet I couldn't explain my vision,

much to his chagrin at drooping sales.

Shimmering ruby crystals in his ancient shop

with legacies of their own and fancy cost,

onlooking my tainted desire to find a gem

didn't resemble the magic of the one I'd lost.

A ruby with shades that glitter in light

reflecting infinite rays of sepia desire

to fill my room with colours glowing bright

on my white canvas with a whispering fire.

I decided to look somewhere else for my ruby

and didn't tell him more of my coloured vision,

for his suspicious eyes revealed his doubts

in my unrealistic mist of flickering indecision.

I stepped out of his shop to be welcomed

by a magenta streak of twilight in the sky.

Ah! That was the shade I'd been looking for,

it twirled to let lilac and lavender clouds fly.

The floating clouds hovered above the shop

to form a bubble of light that danced in dark,

then swooshed to enter a desolate old ruby

next to the counter now lit with a spark.

Amazed, I'd found my precious stone at last.

I brought it cocooned in a delicate blue cover

to my room that glistens with magical ruby showers

adorning my sepia dreams on canvas like a lover.

Tree Of Light

When I was a child I used to observe little black ants in my room gathered around a sugar cube that seemed huge for them. I was always surprised when I saw them carrying it outside into a hole in the corner. My mother always eased my amazement with the simple thought that faith could move mountains if I really believed. Over the years, I grew up to realize that faith is a personal painting on one's inner canvas that has a unique touch to it. It is only I who can perceive the strength of my faith and how I offer it to God. My faith was a seed sown in my heart in childhood but my own experiences and turns bloomed it into a lush tree that provides soothing shade on sunny days. The oars of my faith sparkle with a light in turbulent oceans to row my boat as far as I choose to nurture them with goodwill. As long as I value every human I meet as another child of God and be honest to my duties, I have something to believe in and my faith will keep growing into a divine garden from where I can sow a seed in another heart and wait till it blooms.

an infant seed sown 

lush tree of light in garden

faith blooming with truth

*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.*

Cuckoo

                  Far away in a
                land torn with war,
             she looked for a home.
          She was not as pretty as
       doves adoring lush gardens or
           as exuberant as ducks to             play   
             with,neither as useful          as pigeons
              in war. The lonely            little cuckoo
              flew from burnt          trees to desolate
            orchards. A black       bird with yellow 
         spots on her feathers     that other birds   
      found ugly. She looked for a home where
     she'd be accepted for who she was. The
      world hurled poisonous arrows at her.
      Wounded, she fell in a garden waiting
       to die until two little human hands
        cocooned her. A girl nursed her agony
          and made her feel  loved. All her sorrow
          began to melt and pour as rain on the fiery
           land. She cried with her heart,  her honeyed
            voice, never heard before. The  little girl danced
              in joy and kissed her wings to   let her fly but
               little  cuckoo sang to a world    lost in pain, her
                music blooming pink buds,        rushing through
                   blue rivulets, swaying              branches with
                    soothing wind, caressing           parched souls,
                     raising spirits  of warriors            with hope.
                      She stayed for  love,                     ecstatic 
                        at her newfound lilac                      tune.
                       She'd found home
                       in a         land
                       torn          with
                       w  ar to      dr en ch
                      it  wi  th        h  e  r
                     di   vi   ne        s  o   ng.


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

Crystal Dreams

Fervent sandstorms of daylight

 breathe their last on hot topanga

distant shores rumble with breeze

 splashing colours of blooming dusk.

Oh my blue crystal dreams so delicate

 dance on sumptuous serene waves

silver stars on the glass in carmen

 sprinkle in slithering hush to sleep.

Metamorphosis

Succulent showers of golden morning dew

bathed my soft coos in pearly rose hue

the day I unveiled from my pretty petals

butterflies singing with naughty nettles.

A blooming bud smiling in my umpteenth hours

daddy's glorious girl in serenade of flowers

warm whispers of lavender lullabies with stars

quintessential quilt of fireflies from jars.

Born to bring bliss in a smoldering world

ferocious fire of fallacies at us hurled

Oh daddy! Courageously cocooned me to death

melting mellows for a baby till last breath.

Tenebrous thorns surrounded my scarred shadows

perhaps protected my petals in mourning meadows

living legend of beauty behind a tenacious thorn

I awaited aurora of auspicious showers to be reborn

Whimpering willow wails on a whispering dark night

onlooking opalescent sprinkles from my petals bright

ecstatic effervescence my scarred thorns now release

sumptuous solace of daddy's promise in soothing breeze

Happiness

The princess walks to her ornate window

adorned in a blue dress with red pearls

innocent wishes oppressed under their weight

desiring to walk freely in those green fields

raindrops seeping into parched layers of her soul

she longs to be happy beyond grand castle walls

The little girl hides under a tattered tent

raindrops dripping her precious torn frock

her frayed spirits covered in borrowed rags

dreaming of soft dry velvet bed in a cosy home

waking up to cocooned walls scattering sunlight

she longs to be happy beyond green fields

Happiness floats swaying between the two

to each their own

Whispering Wings

Amethyst shades dazzle her mysteriousness

hiding black secrets in vulnerable mellows

though recognized in the forgotten marshes

she's said to possess dark onyx powers.

She smiles at lost passersby in the red valley

aware of the myths bubbling beneath wet soil

and they disappear in unexplored forests

seemingly safer than her uncharted evil mind

every full moon augments her fragrance they say

her Carmen blooms to entrap innocent souls.

A thousand false alarms wrapped in assumptions

for they'd never know she's a scarred magnolia

tattered spirits in frayed rags was all she had

dried oceans of red tears in enclaves of fears

humanity died on a full moon night under heavy breaths

her weakened screams muted with lustful arms

blurred visions of a forced conviction in blood

her faint shrieks died in this swamp of tragedies

till her blood froze beneath slumbering snow.

Her burning spirit simmered mauve mists

slimy seeds sprouted the dirty green marshes

spring bloomed her courage to recollect storms

crushed to sprinkle colors on heavenly topanga

diamonds in her mind shimmer as she laughs 

sending ripples of valor in perturbed oceans

embracing her flaws she sings a folk melody

trances of whispers blended in mellow symphony

legends of red valley float with her flute

a goddess calming oppressed souls to breathe 

they've heard stories of sapphires burning

splashing colors of freedom and kindness

but all they see on drooping moonless nights

her pious caricature coming alive in dark

red petals blooming in layered fog of storms

turning mauve then scarlet glittering ruby

spreading wings from green marshes perfumed flowers

on elevators of courage to save scarred souls

infant butterflies arise in lilac hues of whispering hopes.

The Nirvana Star

 Tonight I reappear in my gleaming silver gown,

     my neutrons fusing to glitter your little town,

  a family reunion of stars dancing in Milky Way,

       you'll see the Helix Nebula of Aquarius in silver array.

  Celestial ballroom to brighten the dwarf planet you call,

     poor Pluto in desolate black hole of sudden downfall.

  The tiny planet no longer charms earthly creatures,

    transient in eternal universe-- oblivious preachers.

  The comet they've named Halley had told me long back,

    exploding stars in supernova fulfill wishes--their knack.

  Alas! We laugh but burn to make your planet glow,

    until this loop circles to your Sun in Big Bang blow,

  aloof from this sham I'll pour love as a sprinkling spinner;

     Oh! Just so you know in Kuiper Belt, Pluto is a winner.

*This poem has been written using the literary device Personification in which human characteristics are attributed to nonhuman things. Personification offers the poet a way to give the world life and motion by assigning familiar human behaviors and emotions to animals, inanimate objects, and abstract ideas. I have personified as a star in the universe over here.* 

Dreams

My hair caressed by the fervent musical breeze,

atop the cliff of innocence my fingers freeze,

I look down in ravines of whirling waves and wait,

      the moment of euphoria clings to a concealed fate.

The anxious clock seems to drag hollow slumbers,

I've been fretting over those ticking numbers,

a distant lullaby from memories uncurls my hopes,

        it blankets me emerging from mist in layered slopes.

I've taken the plunge into oceans of warm dreams,

infinite frames scintillating topaz blue beams,

an eternal stream engulfs my soul in emerald light,

       my past merging into celestial rivers glowing in white.

I float in beautiful streams to find a tranquil shore,

a strand charms me to unlock a secret ruby door.

  Oh! I am present in loops of time in that mystic world,

 my childhood and youth soar, their wings unfurled.