November, be gentle

Do the bards sing praises

for brave November that smiles of life,

When birds fly,

to find home away from home,

to faraway land,

and the memory of last year,

migrates to celebrate this

year’s anticipated rain,

this season of dirge,

as they say,

and of mistletoe,

as prospects await,

of unparalleled beauty,

snow bathed,

and of the weary breeze,

winter caressed,

carrying a wreath to

decorate the mottled day,

and the mist of sadness,

a requiem of variegated

summer’s colour,

paled under season’s hubris.

canoodling, to the hope,

In a drop, of silence, it enters…

Does love seek closure?

If letting go is love,

I let you go,

but I held close,

your aery passion,

in the poems you

mused me in;

If love is silence,

I have mastered it,

but I have pilfered

your meringue voice,

and breathed it

into my muted words;

If absence is your love,

then murmurous moments,

of you and I, is mine,

dyed in our love,

I have painted memoirs

into graffiti of verses.

Morning

The dawn dipped in crimson light, 

Ingress the morn, 

the dark tousled night struts away,

cracking the meditative silence 

into voices and noises 

of frantic tweets, footsteps of calloused feet, holy bells,

anxious beats, wind chimes,

and gentle breeze. 

It’s a panoramic view through the immortal street, 

through which the life in its grey streaks constantly walk, 

to reach the home called distant dream. 

Poem of soul

A  seamless poetry, 

Is an engaging conversation 

between a set of metaphors and 

untamed words, etched on virgin sheets.

A paradisiacal relationship,

Is an impeccable expression of 

silence and thoughts, put in a

conversation. 

A flawless love,

Is a quiet touch, with desires curling 

out a peaceful sigh and intimate affection between two souls, 

where words play no role. 

June.. you bring hope

I pinned a few poems on the vivid sky of June,

and set a few free into the ageless breeze,

Amidst the season’s tide, 

I let a few float,

and in pleasant petals of peonies and daisies, I let a few settle as nascent dew, 

A few were strewn with joyous memories of soundless winter moon, 

and a few planted a kiss on 

the blossomed youth of summer,

A few melted on the enchanting beauty of nature, 

and a few made the lovers melt for their sweethearts. 

I placed a few poems in the murmurs of June…