I love lilies- in the garbs of whites, yellows, and pinks. These pink lilies in my garden became a part of my surreal journey. Another beautiful dream that poured out poetry from my soul.
Lilies in my garden
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The monsoon raindrops infuse exuberance in life, The vreezy air caressing the plants like a melodious fife, Little beauties in pink attire, Glow in the light of cosmic fire, Glorifying the existence of this nature, Which exists in every creature, Reminding one to effortlessly align, With the master’s design, And experience the bliss this life is.
Bougainville flowers are a perfect example of beauty in minimalism yet owning a regality. I love bougainville and my favorite is the clustered one in fuschia. I admire its simplicity and poise. A short poem dedicated to this enchantress in fuschia.
Bougainville
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Her raiment- a story of plentitude,
Containing pleats and folds in multitude,
Carrying this flamboyance in attitude,
This enchantress of her own certitude,
Flashing fuschia hues of regal altitude,
Exhibiting artistry of extraordinary magnitude.
Reminds the onlooker- Exquisiteness is in complete acceptance,
Of one’s unique and sketchy outer existence,
Comparison leads to a deep repentance,
Obscuring totality in an act of reflectance,
Through the lens of imposed resistance,
Hindering life towards a path of transcendence. You owe these myriad angularities,
Tulip Brook 