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. 

Latent Desires

A world of illusions procreates

blinking sustained delusions

existence shivering in probabilities

memories afloat in traces astray

If only I were a meteor 

I'd cross those barriers

to merge their essence for you

Surviving beliefs proclaim strengths

astounding errors of hurled conquests

a seed of faith cocoons itself

in hazy blue dreams

If only I were a blissful rainbow

I'd splash hopeful colours

melting through the breeze for you

Dark hallucinations evaporate

shrines of intuition exasperate

realities hinder imaginations

locking invisible worlds in mist

If only I were a feather in clouds

I'd wipe the dust of charades

sweeping showers of love for you

Mortal moments stride along

paranoia of wanderer remains

wondering if forever sustains

a light to caress tender heart

If only I were a pious rivulet

I'd wash away those scars in flow

gleaming reborn leaves for you

Superfluous battles of anxieties

pointing ancient spears of malady

shattering trust of naivety

masked crowds leading to agony

If only I were a lighthouse

I'd guide your fears in storms

projecting lucid emotions for you

Sometimes I wonder if I really belong

to a world lost in speculations

If only I were a nurtured moment

If only I were a frivolous feeling

If only I were an eternal story

I'd orchestrate a timeless journey

mesmerizing parallel universes for you

My love I am just a heart

striving to breathe in reality

scattered along my latent desires

all I am is a scintillating memory

tapping your silence in whispers

to hold you in my arms maybe

Let Me Be

Baffled by viscous thoughts of life
    you traverse a road with rocks in strife,
 a faint whisper echoes in your broken sleep
    through topaz waves dreams emerge to reap.
 A heart holding an innocent lucid streak
    hums simmering desires to reach their peak.

  If pain overflows tender souls in dark
    a voice cuddles their ember agony spark,
  incandescent memories calling you in glee
    a lullaby dissolving that flame...let me be.

  Death could be a passenger you'd meet someday
   approaching your ship on a taciturn bay,
 what if hurricanes engulf a stormy sea
   a lifeboat to rescue that ship...let me be.

 Words wrapped in paranoia wavering bleak
   failing to unlock scared doors that are weak,
 your shriveled wishes waiting to be free
   a key of soothing answers at dusk...let me be.

 A love that shimmers in dusky brown eyes
   amazed yet reluctant burning in draped guise,
 a tender melody to hold it forever I see
   a night that melts your heart...let me be.

  Darling, you've waged a valiant war for long
    warrior of veiled emotions, you are too strong,
  reveal unmasked layers of tenderness, they plea
    a healing zenith of pearly stars...let me be.

A Veteran's Journey

A bag full of medals and honors by his side,

he holds it cuddled to his uniform with pride-

legacy of those years.

Amnesia plays with his fading identity,

he wants an abode of lasting serenity-

struggling against his fears.

Ghosts of valiant shadows emerging from war drums,

his trembling nights still echo haunting gloomy strums-

deep scars of blazing spears.

Wars have destroyed his paradise in insane sparks,

he finds a tranquil home to remove raging marks-

hopes dance behind his tears.

Blissful mellows wrap his sizzling pain in starlight,

an old age home welcomes a lost glorious knight-

veteran with new peers.

*This poem has been written using Tail-Rhyme form which is a French poetry form that begins with either a couplet or a triplet of lines that consist of rhymed lines. This set of either a couplet or triplet is then followed by a "tail", which is the third or fourth line that does not rhyme with the couplet or triplet that preceded it. This tail line tends to be shorter in length than those lines within the couplet or triplet. This type of poetry can also be used with stanza, known as a tail-rhyme stanza, but in these pieces, all of the tail lines rhyme with each other. The use of tail rhymes in literature was often found in several different Middle English romance pieces. First there is a rhyming couplet then a third and shorter line. There is another couplet that rhymes with the first one and the sixth, shorter line that rhymes with the third line. This gives us a suggested pattern : aabccbddbeebffb*

Fragrant Old Memory

 My first visit to that old secluded town
    remains afresh in memories turning brown,
  from faded pages I breathe in the breeze
    aroma of moist maple in crevices to freeze.
  White ferns floating midair in pairs
    en route hilltop as I ascended the stairs.
  Through shades of birch trees sunlight peeped
     a distant rhapsody of echoing fog heaped,
  I remember mother's hand in my fingers
    amazement of her soothing caress still lingers.
  Ambrosial showers of mystic blue starlight
    she'd narrate to me ancient stories at night,
   it was then that she'd gifted me my muse
     when her beautiful lessons dripped to fuse.
  "Draped love pouring to melt aching hearts
    believe in something completely not in parts,
   for you can be whoever you choose to become
     your reality, your acts to others will hum,
   if you stumble and fall to depths too low
       you'll learn to rise beautifully and glow".
 The only visit to that place still springs
    my strongest memory that spreads white wings,
 to drench me in her uplifting mellow to heal
    my tattered spirit whenever too lost I feel,
  guiding me to rise with vapors of aurora 
    my heart still resides in her magenta aura.

She Will Rise

Her dreams entangled in twisted ropes

perturbed fate of banished desires

innocence shriveled in raging fires

they haven't known her bubbling hopes.

Her existence exhausted in spiral cobwebs

blazing her world in exploding scars

yet wounded faith reaches soothing stars

in her festering pain from tides to ebbs.

Her harmless thoughts chained in fears

seemingly offensive to societal norms

will find an abiding shore through storms

history screams the truth over her tears.

She immerses herself in fearful showers

hurtful memories drowning her rugged mind

beneath oceans of paranoia she will find

enclaves of scarlet heavenly augmented powers.

Her frozen blood begins bubbling her cries

simmered courage sprinkled in layered hues

crushed valour floats in mellows to fuse

beyond afflicted pain in freedom she will rise.

Divinity reflects through her crystal eyes

splashing colours of flaming crimson tune

perfumed kindness drenching sapphire dune

she smiles, with her wings she will rise.

Preserved Melody

On a smoky grey October dusk

ensnared by a timeless musk

my heart met those dulcet tides

mellows engulfing it in strides.

A frivolous soul I'd always been

a quarter of this world I'd seen

yet the universe felt strikingly adrift

my spirits looking for a stellar shift.

I stumbled upon an obsolete alley

the rhythms of an enchanted valley,

a vintage soul born in this world

my dreams in ancient pages curled.

Wavering anxieties in shivering breeze

a pair of eyes, my hands did freeze,

you found me, pondering over 'Hello'

a stranger on a bridge of humming cello.

"Bel Air" draping my notes these years

burning heart whispered trembling fears,

enticing glances through my soul anew

my dreams crystallized to pearly dew.

From "Hot summer nights" to "mid July"

tenderness and strength together did fly,

you strummed the chords of my chime

wandering in years emerging with time.

Bare dreams sliding out of a cage

your touch simmered stars on my stage.

"Electric soul" on "diamonds of the Sun"

heavenly velvet caressing me like none.

So I sprinkled a preserved old charm

I'd kept it for someone like you so warm,

I sang a scarlet song on a golden fern

you've calmed the storms of my silent yearn.

With a love so soft and strong as ours

I'd write ballads for you in lonely hours,

all I know in times that ever grow blue

my love remains "Young and Beautiful" for you.

I have been influenced by many artists and outgrown those influences in poetry over these years. A few remain close to my heart till now. I enjoy singing the songs by Adele, London Grammar, Agnes Obel and Lana Del Rey whenever I feel like. This is a tribute to one of the few songs that has remained with me since the October evening when I had first heard it. 'Young and Beautiful' was the song that introduced me to the extremely artistic contemporary poetess and singer 'Lana Del Rey'. Immediately making way to my heart, it made me realize that vintage touch to music and poetry is still nurtured by a few artists. Needless to say, her songs with deep metaphors and classic references have been my solace to travel to other frequencies. This particular song has been special because I'd preserved it for someone who'd melt my heart. This is also the song I've sung the maximum number of times when asked to perform.