A song, Euphonious, Lilting,stirring,blending, Spreading tranquility unfeigned, A bliss.
Soulful melody through whispering trees, Luscious notes reverberating through, Infusing into my deep core, Redolent with love unbound, Seeping into cold veins, An ambrosial rythm, Full of sweet love Icicles, Melted, A Bliss, Deep.
As the cannons roared, Balls of fire, Streaking the dark skies, Tainting my soil red. I wonder, Where the love went? I yearn for those days, When vernal bloom, Thawed the icy facades. When warmth seeped, Infusing life into cloistered cages. A playful gambol, A fragrant melody, It reverberated the land. And now! An eerie… Continue reading Where
A snowy, glassy cage had captured me in, But now it stands cracked. Lines so finely etched, Making me marvel, All the more. The sun is out, Prancing on a sea of blue, Amidst the wisps of pristine white, That float softly around. Blizzards have simmered down, Their ego hushed by the Vernal Charm. The… Continue reading Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto
Decibels of Joy, Unsung verses, A placid symphony, It is that time of year. A surreal white, A burnished cold, That warms your heart, Soothing the anguish, Subduing the rant, It makes you smile. You want to live it each time, For it is that time of year, When love pervades, Amidst jingles of joy,… Continue reading Celebration and Jubilation….
Two hearts side by side, Embalmed in a golden bliss, And now umbrageous.
My words are Love and Joy. Passion and Rapture are the synonyms that I have taken for my Enteree A utopian dream that could be true, Deluged with an ecstatic rapture, The verdant lands with ardor lush, A blizzard of hope abounds, Fountains of passion gush, Redolent and soft, Ambrosia sweet, Quenching thirst, Of souls,… Continue reading Colleen’s 2019 Weekly#Tanka Tuesday#Poetry Challenge No.126″ Poet’s Choice of Words”
Today is the festival of Lohri in North India. Sitting in the biting chill besides the bonfires,basking in its warmth and revelling in the love of our dear ones. Crimson ember sparks, The wintry haze shuddering, As new hopes dazzled.
Steam up that soul tied, In the social cover tight, Now free to soar high. Via: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/64808775/posts/1990704107
As I sit with eyes closed, I listen to the rain falling. The droplets white, Make a rhapsody all around. The gentle pelt, An everlasting cascade, It rises to a crescendo, Only to ebb into a perennial flow. It drums up a symphony profound, All notes perfectly found, The wild cacophany around, It does not… Continue reading What it tells me