Flowing Verses

Theme : What's in a name? Mellifluous sound is wafted in the air, A heavenly fragrance fills my soul, Whose name I hear in flowery meadows, Resonating in my heart every hour, “What’s in a name,” goes the adage, Why can’t I think of a different name? your image smiles before my mind, As my heart slowly vibrates the same, Your eyes, your lips ,your naughty smile, Shine forth in an instant like lightening, No other name have the similar feel, My love ,what vibes your name implies.

  Autumn Equinox 16 Sep 2023 Sarita Khullar Fiery sun slowly seems to lose power, As long summer day shortens by and by, Ripe fruit is replacing fading flower,  Where are alert squirrels, chipmunks and hare?  A glimpse amongst bushes see here or there, Soft breeze brings down cherry blooms in shower, Under cherry trees now carpeted they lie , Fiery sun slowly seems to lose power,  Red cardinals are gone, so are blue jays ,  Last of the robins do sing parting lays ,  Lots of nuts and acorns squirrels devour, All sorts of seeds in their granaries lie,  Ripe fruit is replacing fading flower, Foxes and bears search caves to hibernate, Migratory geese and swans can’t stay late. Reaping time for industrious bauer,  Making bundles of harvested wheat and rye,  Fiery sun slowly seems to lose power,  Vast expanse of bare fields about to rest,  Will rejuvenate during winter months .  Verdure leaves turn to colourful perure,  Deep cer...

  The dark ,mystic, malevolent forces overpower, Slowly they start possessing the soul, That has inevitably  enchanted by nightshades,  I seek your guidance ,o’ my friend, For I trust your knowledge and gut  feeling, but alas! How much my soul has distanced itself. From your pious thoughts and holy presence, It seems it has lost the zeal  to persuade goodness, No, nothing can help it to avoid the fall, It seems I have lost my grip our myself, For redemption,for grace, for love,I have done nothing. Is this the punishment for keeping  away something ? So pious that my soul is so much in distress . Sauded  has gripped on my heart deeply, I suffer  in this deep , quiet , melancholic state, There were benevolent vibes that I ignored , Sought egoistic vices with my free will Calling virtues idiotic and goodness folly, For me Karma’s consequences and depths unknown Beauty is Truth and it shows in the heart, The sage  writes and sings in gay abandon,...

TITLE: Expressions  Nonplussed I stand as I watch the world, Unreeling before me in myriad frames, Mesmerising and repulsive,beautiful and ugly, Deep inside me these images form, Wondrous passions,feelings uncalled, Timid and shy I can’t express them in open, I carve word  -pictures to give an expression, As the drops trickle from the thawing snow, Forming a brook that doth gaily flow, My pains and joys trickle down from my heart, Imprint my tales and verses on paper,forever to last.

  "Poetry is just the evidence of life' An alluring moment fills the mind with love, Anxiety hovers at a sad  sober turn  Our verses stand witness to undulating, Lows and highs of life as they  run, Tears that flow with the pricks of life, Echoing laughter as it tickles to please, A narrow winding path in prickly thickets, Or an avenue flanked with fragrant trees,  A cherubic face or a monstrous glance, Smooth soft path or treacherous creeks, Our lyrics reveal deep tumult we saunter, Alter their tone and tune  to life we encounter.

Enchanted  How I wish I could let you go, From my yearning heart, Have some space of my own  Of some hope , of some cheer, I made a mistake of reading you , A bit too closely, I had forgotten my own self, So deep I fell under your spell , An abyss so deep and dark, Exasperated ! I try to come up, But slip further every time I try, It’s like entering a tunnel, Long ,unending, dark, Where there is no hope, No light at the end, Perhaps it has no end. They say,  love is divine, An ecstasy,a bliss , a joy, Ask me ! It engulfs my entire being, Has benumbed my senses, And you ? Still unaware ! I was wise once,but Now I am in love .

Nature’s Art  *********** My dreams fly around, In the deep valleys of love, Replete with the fragrance, For I am a radiant butterfly , A heart with infinite love, With fairy wings I fly, From bud to bud , caressing, With kisses strewn all over, Spreading beauty and joy. Forgetting days of yore When I struggled for sure, Now envious eyes follow me, I mesmerise artists, enchant poets But who can copy ? The artist called God

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#PoAttic #PoetryParlour #ArtoonsInn # Rain  I wish I could tell you, How like the rain you are, Rolling like threatening clouds, Showering through my eyes, In stinging tears that burn  my already scorched soul, Where pain lies dormant  I wish I could tell you , How like the rain you are, Cool ,Unpredictable ,rare, Flaring my madness, With the cool showers,  of your subtle charm, leaving me singed forever. I wish you could be like , Torrential, unending rain, Taking  me with your deluge, Rushing me like a torrent  Erasing  my existence, drowning my pain , In the ocean of your love. #PoAttic #PoetryParlour #ArtoonsInn # Rain  I wish I could tell you, How like the rain you are, Rolling like threatening clouds, Showering through my eyes, In stinging tears that burn  my already scorched soul, Where pain lies dormant  I wish I could tell you , How like the rain you are, Cool ,Unpredictable ,rare, Flaring my madness, With the cool showers, ...

 POP3W  A SEPTET Life **** Golden daffodils, A yellow carpet waving in wind, Dancing to the rhythm of ethereal love, In the fairy land of pleasant visions, Where life is a constant celebration, Of joy and peace, Is meant to be lived in gay abandoned. Sarita Khullar

 

"I would define...the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty." -#Edgar_Allan_Poe A cadence, a flow like the heart beat, Breathing symphony in pleasant breeze, Nature’s pulse in a regular throb, Woven in the words of a specific note, As words move like cascade from freshly melted snow, With mellifluous rise and fall they flow, Beauty is woven in the form of poetic showers, Resplendent as wreaths of myriad hued flowers, Of repeated like seasons that come and go, A bird’s clarion call or a chirping slow, It’s charming rise and fall that we hear, Such beauty as pleases hearts and ears.

  Father  Tales of valour and wisdom you told, Inculcated values and made me bold, Father! Though sense and meanings have changed, Yet the those moments in my mind are ingrained, Galaxies and constellations still I remember, You painstakingly my love for knowledge inflamed.

  Peace That rarest of rare , divine virtue ! Have you ever experienced it ? That soothing , calming ,wonderful feeling , That all is well with you and the world ! Where to find it ? In my home or your home ? In my land or your land ? In my heart or your heart ? No politician will ever find it , Their overwhelming ambitions and insatiable greed , Never lead to the path of peace . Speeches ,placards , slogans false, Forgotten as they come down the stage. They let the homing pigeons suffocate  in the sack . Then release them to go back to their master’s pack . No fake Sages will go near it ,luring    crowd in the name of God . They are here    to brainwash you ,intimidate you With their powerful religious rod . Only a man    with the power to forget , All those misdeeds done to him , A man who has courage to forgive    those , Who have done him a grievious wrong , Is the only    one to sing a    lovely peaceful  ...

  Unhad Nad   In the calm winter snowscape of mind, That apparently freezes subtle emotions, I listen to the unheard symphony of silence, Conveying eternal bliss to my agitated soul, Where the wind stands still for the time being, No reverberating lays of singing birds are heard, Inaudible sermons are conveyed to the heart, Voiceless melodies continue my tryst with silence , Not heard through the ears but my soul grasps, That omnipresent sound that created universe, Ears are rendered worthless for it’s not for everyone, Only the devout can hear God’s ‘Anhad Nad ‘  Through silent    meditation I get His grace , Speechlessly    conveying my love for Him, A strange rhapsody thrills the core of my mind, Thus goes on our rendezvous of immortal kind  @Copyright Sarita Khullar

Red Beetle  It had rained that day , Wetting the dry ground, With holes filled and unable to breath, Velvety red beetles covered the ground, Beautiful,tiny red spots on green grass, On brown bare ground or tar coal road, During recess break Sona took me home, I ventured out though mother forbade, Not to go to strangers houses, With the breeze on the face I went, " Careful " she warned, don't crush a beetle, These are harmless little creatures.

  Sometimes I wonder, Are you still there, Swinging on your gate, Calling out to me to come and play, When the moon was about to rise, I ,torn between your call and mom’s, Was unable to resist the temptation. Each twilight mom stood at the gate, With anxious expression for being late, I promised to return before dawn, Kept playing like an impish fawn, Sometimes I wonder Where have those days flown, Like the birds gone to foreign lands , Long distant away in a migration, Though a long time it may take, They return to their favourite place, Perhaps your voice will call me again, From the creeks of the time bygone, Still swinging on my mind’s gate, Don’t you think it’s getting late, Call before I get Heaven’s call.