A Forgotten Fragrant Tale.

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Embodiment of cosmos’s unmatched splendour;
Petal-woven, becharming and velvety wonder.
Comport I, the rosiness of squillion blushes;
Peaching the folklore of love’s unnamed crushes.

Unceasing are my colors, amidst bleaching rains;
Accede I not to the erratic, wind-bestowed pains.
Welcome I equal, season be spring or autumn;
Fend I grand, mouthing each un-mouthed reason.

Fleece you off my nectar, my soul….. you dent;
Even so, I take my purpose, unfolding scent.
Pluck me or crunch me, abide I no vengeance;
Fount of love I am, mercy is my indulgence.

Chain you futile, my spell-bound presence;
Know you not, I am the unharnessed essence.
Subsist I, beyond the cold thresholds of death;
Reincarnating fondly, in every scented breath.

Warming up I last, against the yellowing pages;
Unlocking the memories’ erstwhile cages.
Deep in the heart’s ocean, where emotions sail;
Smile I beamingly, as a forgotten fragrant tale.


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In the wake of queasiness, I call…

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In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is recondite pain?

When spites model in front line, so naked

Why knives on the backbone are disguise-sheathed?

 

In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is orotund confusedness?

When you harp in each and every spell of breath

Why hunt in temples, mosques and churches on earth?

 

In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is gravid iniquity?

When you have scripted our lives’ blank shell slate

Why one bears riches in fate…why poverty is other’s trait?

 

In the wake of queasiness, I call…

Wherefore there is sleeveless hatred?

When you have served up solely love in the plate

Why one is embraced and the other is averted in hate?


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Petalled Marvel!

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Once in a blue moon, strikes the life’s inevitable arrow;

Aches rich the heart and eyes unfold the dams of sorrow.

I marvel…. how blithely subsists this supernal beauty, a rose;

Hovering cordially amidst the hardhearted prickles, so close.

Endeavors much, the loathly winds, to damp this rufescent lamp;

Nonetheless, walks in pride, this red splendor on storm’s gray ramp.


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Forgot to erase…..

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The saline pearls that I forgot to erase………

Bleached out are all my witless vanities in a blink;

Repose, I wordlessly in the moth-eaten coffin and think.

Echoing her name from the elite memories, I have;

Pine I, the balmy touch and warmth of aroha she gave.

 

Oh asterisks! Bedim your glint, for eyes gestates my soulful moon;

Hither descends the angel of mine, aah…my life’s paragon boon.

Autumns she, as the maiden ray of sun and departs as the last rain;

Bequeathing my desolate heart unquenchable, all panting in pain.

 

Robs she, the bereft and sterile soil from my rusted grave;

Aflame in the acerbic quagmire of aloneness, and aggrieve.

Spited she, kneels in orisons and hollow handed, walks off;

Finding operose, the bracing stores of intimacy, to throw off.

 

Oh God, stream your grace, afford me a lone breath of life;

Know you not, knots of love are insubordinate to Death’s knife?

Engrossed in the absolute foolery of winning life’s bootless race;

Treasured salty pelts on her sugared cheeks, I forgot to erase.


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The longing………

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This longing is for my Mother, who is geographically distanced but emotionally connected. Missing her crazy in my lonesomeness.

Magical night and a majestic moon,

The stars arrayed to scintillate soon.

My stark soul, awaits a glimpse of you;

And aching heart hopes the spirits, renew.

Like the oceans binding the waves, agile;

My eyes behold your sunshine smile.

When bouts of pain, my eyes betray to confine;

To your allaying grace, I taciturnly entwine.

Doomed are my lips, for I cannot kiss your feet;

Sanctified are my dreams, in which you e’er meet.

Although the fondness of your breath is poles apart;

Its fragrance steeped in my soul, can ne’er depart.

Come up, my dearest mother, in placid paces,

And lodge in my dark voids and light up all spaces.

Ensure, the night will not pull round for long;

So hush me down quickly, with your soulful song.

Short-winded, I am, for the divine love of you;

The altruistic and purest, so undying and so true.

Breathe softly in me, your fervid and eonian love;

Nourish with tenderness, this petite seed, you sow.

Evermore…………I stay on.

paper_boatIn the shallowness of your ‘Love Lake’

My fortunes of subsisting are very bleak.

I can neither vie to live nor to die,

Apart from airing an unsounded sigh;

Such is the astuteness of your love.

No matter how natural I submerge in you;

I manifest myself afloat

In your superficial waters;

Rowing my emotive boat.

In the hollowness of your heart,

I exist, sating vacuum of some sort.

Being a good deal in you,

In you, I lack a space.

Oh……….what a disgrace!

No matter how sorely, my heart bleeds;

To bide with you, is what it pleads.

Convinced, I am.

No matter how many oceans, my eyes shed;

They can ne’er puff up your shoal.

No matter how many times I call up you, dame;

Your cored out heart can never echo my name.

All the same…

In the shallowness of your love,

In the hollowness of your heart,

Evermore……………I stay on.


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The Dance of Vehemence.

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I dance to the tacit tunes of splendid wildness.
Let not the man uncover me in his bare keenness.
Behind, I bequeath my gossamer veil of soberness,
Like an insane, I saltate in my rapturous madness.

My dance is finely sculped in the tranquil zephyr,
As I incite with all the métier my soul can harbour.
I dance to my heart’s marrow, and no person, I care.
Move, I fleetly – to kiss my feet, no sand can dare.

I dance in the swarms of cosmic whirlpool, so wild,
And lift my nimble substance in surges of gracility, so mild.
I flirt with my pixilated shadows, like a child;
As though a pearl of dew, in the elysian lunacy, I slide.

I sway along gently and dance like ne’er before;
Soar like a roiled ocean, to reach my sedated shore.
Fly like a bird, but flock of my burdens, I ignore;
And trip the light fantastic toe to the sacred rhythm, I adore.

I look upto my pristine soul, casting off the sheath;
Getting larger than life, and defying death.
I find my pedes weaving a little poetry, underneath;
And pick up my heart humming a melody on each breath.

Envied angels pair off their finest footfalls with mine,
In the grimmest night, like a silvern moon, I shine.
The stars align in paragon, as my arcs twist and twine;
Crimsoned, I feel on cloud nine, Oh! How do I confine?

My anguish is bolted and deepest void is liberally filled;
I dance like woolgathering with my feet and calm is instilled.
My hieing heart is exalted and sobbing soul is lulled;
In the dance of vehemence, even the cosmos is stilled.