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Showing posts with label Seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seasons. Show all posts

Saturday, May 19, 2012

The scent..

A fragrance wafted in the air.I thought i knew it as i was nodding my head with the beats of the song playing on my i-pod.And as i reeled through each song i could find some bits of memories from my life matching with the wordings of the song.Sure thing happens with most of us.So back to the fragrance.I knew that i have felt it before somewhere but where that was the question.
I looked out of my room struggling out of the warm blanket wrapped around me.There was utter darkness and pin drop silence.Then with utmost precision i opened the creaking window.With full care so that it doesn't wakes anyone else.
I looked outside and there was no one but i could feel the scented air.The diffusion had been slow as the scent came in small bits after every absorbing moment.
I got up and went outside.The night looked more beautiful when you can feel it engulfing you.And that is exactly what i felt,one with dark and silence.
I moved through the wet grasses bare foot,as my anklets jingled happily.There was no tree around our house and nor could anyone find a house to call neighbor before walking 3 kms.
I moved on watching the fireflies flying in the tall grasses.The owls eyes shining perched upon a distant tree.The stars were gazing me and moon was lighting my path.I could feel myself going closer to the scent.And there I saw it.The one fragrance that made me way happy.
As i could feel the winter chills advancing with each passing day.And so i realized it's time for it.The circle of white bunches of pretty flowers scattered underneath the tree.It was the saptaparni(Indian Devil tree).
I lied over there covered in night's beauty.Melancholic calling of the owl in my ears.Accompanied with the heavenly scent of the flowers.And i wasn't aware for how long i stayed that way.Only realizing with the first dew drop falling on me that it's time for the sun to shine and fragrance to fade away with light.

Image Courtesy-Alstonia Scholaris i)The tree's Image had been edited with effects which were not in the original image.

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Wiped..

It's written by me as a part of Mag60 (Magpie Tales)..
On a winter night, 
I looked out of the window.
Blew some hot air on the glass.
With numb cold hands, 
but heart filled with emotions,
i wrote over there : 'Love forever'..
Seasons gradually changed.
She loved me i knew so. 
Today i talked with her for the first time.
She fought with me.
But i couldn't be away. 
Even one moment from her.
After all i dreamed of her.
The bitter truth was harsh on me,
it was she didn't love me.
It ringed in my ears for so long.
So hard to believe and move on.
My heart squeezed, 
it's beats lost somewhere.
It was a rainy day,
tears welled up my eyes.
I looked out of the window,
stared the glass.
Alas! the words were drenched in pain,
and wiped from there forever..

Friday, November 05, 2010

Plucked flower..

The poem does not contain the object as i described.The object of fancy is a human> A girl that is described as the self plucked flower. They chance upon each other in a beautiful winter morning to be united forever by the grace of nature.

In the morning breeze he stepped out,
Hugging himself as winter parky winds surrounded.
Staring wide-eyed at the beautiful white flower,
Longing to reach it inside the heart's musing.
Every step is hard to put forth,
As chill of the season numbs the soul.
Close to the flower
He reaches standing beneath.
Munificent the self plucked flower, 
Falls in his hand to his disbelief.
Impeccable the serene self plucked flower seems,
Absorbing his numbed soul in its warmth it heals.
Unusual connection he chances upon,
He and the Plucked flower were forever bound.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Season..

First try at a different type of poetry.It's a bit weird according to me and equals that much amount of fun too.It is called Cinquain Poetry..It has three types of pattern i have just exhibited two of them here.
There title lies in the first line only(which is one word ).

I
Autumn
Glides in
Transforming and moving
Devouring old creating new
 Dreams

II
Winter
Blissful, emollient
Mesmerizing, hypnotizing, beautifying  
Covering all in peaceful white
Delighter