Painting by Peder Mork Monsted

Abandoned Woods

I trod on the withered quilt of bygone moments
The memories hung up there on the trees
basking in the reminiscent sun
waiting for the nostalgia to caress my senses

Besides the river of sub-consciousness
the empty flute of my heart
craved for the marshy ground
where its infant reed had grown

In the depths of the forlorn night
beneath the weeping willow
the barren womb of the mossy lake
yearned for the reflection of the moon

A twig of time detached and fell into the past
breaking the drowsy layers of my reverie
I awoke in the lands of deforestation
my childhood slept with the abandoned woods

 

Gems 

Oh! Precious Gems
Veiled with the silky curtains of dreams
Possessing the monsoons of distant land
Thou preserve my memories since eons
Thy mirror reflects the entire cosmos
Ah, the shooting stars and the glorious galaxies
The colossal Milky Way where my sun belongs
Thy shimmer carries a thousand moons
Within thy horizon my waves are born
Thy enthralling stare rekindles the doused hearts
Within thy brooks my ink flows
Upon thy lush dales my poetry soars

 

 

Painting by Howard David Johnson

 

Prophecy

 

Omen tosses the silver coin

Etched with good and evil

Destiny resonates in its fall
 

Drifting in the numbness

Death knocks on the closed door

Life lulls in reverberation
 

Blood carries the atoms of war

The grave gets smeared with scarlet

Perished warrior rises from the dust 
 

Chariots collided with the galaxies

Stars pierced through the skies

The air reeks of stardust 
 

Withered night holds a secret

Winds flip the pages of time

An ancient tale gets liberated 
 

Within the pitch-black catacombs

Sacred fire chars the ashen manuscripts

Forging a perennial prophecy

 

Painting by Dawn Kureshy

 

Dawn

 

Beyond the valleys of dusk

Inside the sanctum of longing
Within the dark dungeons of silhouette

Above the drowsy layers of night

An enigmatic energy floats gently

Sowing the seeds of existence

In the barren fields of desolation

Reincarnating the withered dreams

Allowing them to bloom again into dawn

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Window

 

Adorned with the scars of past

A window still breathes untold stories

Festooned with weeds and creepers

Smeared with virescent moss

Scented with vigorous seasons

Beholding umpteen tempests

Carrying whiffs of perished butterflies

Sustaining cracks in the soul

Splashed with diverse stains

Each stain, a breath exhaled

Hushing the whispers of bygone zephyrs

Coated with mud, dark and greasy

Awaiting an unforeseen season

Aimless, pointless, unfocused

Yet savoring the moments in all its shades

Painting - Starry Night over the Rhone

By Vincent van Gogh

Genesis

 The wakeful night scribbled the stars

On pages, dark and adorned with scars

Sliced moon lulled behind the silky shroud

Loneliness walked through raucous crowd

Thick mist engulfed the forlorn shore

Ocean released a tale from its core

Silence echoed in an unknown place

Winds whispered in a quivering bass

 Words shredded from a wrinkled quill

Ink ignited itself to embrace the chill

A poet dwelled in the moment bygone

From ashes of memories, poetry was born

The Calling

 

 Lying here forlorn and parched

Thirsty of nectar of love

Yearning thy alluring touch

Waiting to inhale thy breath

Oh! My precious beloved

The songbird is calling thee

Come, embrace me in thy currents

Burst through the mountains

Pierce through the rocks

Caressing multifarious pebbles

Wandering through the rainforests

Reach the abode of my longing

Mingle with my barren soul

Douse the flames of yore

Whisper in me thy gushing song

Quench my fervid sensations

Before the ocean of my heart evaporates

Quill

 Oh! Blazing quill

Sip from the murky ink

Quench your endless thirst

Relish the burning passion

Traverse the fortuitous journey

Singe the perturbing memories

Burn down the withering past

Sear the numbed pages

Scorch the thoughts into words

Breathe fire into the doused hearts

Scribble down the summers

Melt away the frozen winters

Unleash a raging storm

Kindle the flames of pyre

Reincarnate poetry from the ashes

Painting by Leonid Afremov

 

Elixir of Love

 

Oh! My precious beloved

As fragile as an alluring flower

Unfurl the seasons of your passion

Instill the fervid summers in my soul

Lift the silky curtains from your eyes

Unveil the hidden rainstorms

Embrace me with your tempestuous desire

Breathe in me, petrichor of ancient woodlands

Melt away the frigid winters

Ignite again the dying embers of night

Scorch away the frosty snowflakes

Revive the withered leaves

Relish the lush springtide from my lips

Heal the blazed autumns

Quench my ardent yearning

With the elixir of love



Soliloquy

Do you remember those moments?

 

When yours intriguing smiles made me fall for you,

Our sweet –talks over a cup of an Irish coffee,

Those letters, hidden within the books,

Our walking on the beach during those scorching summer days,

Those monsoon rains, impelling us for an embrace,

When we first kissed on a frigid winter day,

My serenade which driven you to guffaw,

Do you remember? 

That evening when I proposed you to marry,

Our new bright red house by the sea,

Those blissful tears when I became a father,

When our baby girl took her first step,

Those bleak days when only you were my hope, 

The pondering seems endless,

Thoughts escapes through my voice,

As I sit by your tomb with the bouquet of those moments,

Which are now my trivial conversations to self,

 Which are nothing but memories,

Etched forever on the pages of past

Perturbation of a Betrayed Poet

 Moments evanesced into void,

Everything has changed now,

Winters doesn’t whisper your name,

Summers have smoldered every page of our story,

Petrichor doesn’t smell of you anymore,

Autumns have withered all the flowers we grew together,

Even spring can’t help them to bloom again,

But if everything has changed, then,

Why the days have turned nocturnal?

Why the silence seems so noisy?

Why my slumbers only dream of you?

Why insomnia still lingers in my room?

Why these obnoxious winds reek of our burning memories?

And most of all,

Why are you still present in my poems?

The Healing

Ah, my precious sultry wind

Take me again on an ancient journey

Back to where all it began

To the hidden woodlands

Beyond the realm of winters

Drift me away from my abode

Carry my presence in your warmth

Towards those withering moments

When my form broke into specks of nothingness

 When my being trembled by the vicious wafts

Blazing my existence, my every script of life

And slide me again in the tranquil arms of my beloved

Indulging in a rapturous embrace

While those healing lips collided with mine

Drinking away the raging agony

Feeding on my melancholy

Soothing the crumpled breaths

Scorching away all the scars of despair

Allowing me to be reincarnated in the soul of a phoenix

Erupting from the ashes of autumn