Tag: Charm

philosophy, poetry

The Glory of Dawn

TulipBrook

In city life, though the dawn scenes are filled with the hustle bustle of people and vehicles jostling their way to their respective destinations, yet the charm of nature never seems to fade away.

Every morning, when the roads are starting to fill,

A half awake sun imbues the torpor sky with beams so resplendent,
And arise the avian cohorts of yesterday to hail the arrival of their departed companion.
The hidden flower now shyly unveils its beauty and scent.
And becomes visible the till now  uncomprehended boisterous stream’s clarion.
We, humans just mere onlookers of this nature’s spectre,
Walk past those freshly sunbathed roads,
And wonder, indeed this is the glory
of dawn.

dawn : sun : nature

poetry, Soulful

The Divine Charm

TulipBrook

When the feminine energy yearns for the masculine to unite and merge into oneness, ut is no less than magic.

When life was swinging astray,

Finding no peace,

No direction to go,

The heart panged restlessly,

The mind raced recklessly,

A man from the divine land,

One with a blissful aura,

Entered the tempest of my emotions,

And stood there firmly,

Smiling at me,

His eyes radiating only love.

He walked towards me,

And,

Held my cold restless hands,

Caressed my dry pale lips.

He closed my tired eyelids,

And,

Whispered words of magic in my ears.


And,

In a matter of few breaths,

Calmed down the turmoil within.


Embracing me tightly,

And with full authority,

He took me with him,

To the divine land,

To stay with him,

As his soulmate,

For lifetimes, till eternity.

Divine : Love : Unison

poetry, Souful, Soulful

A night like this

TulipBrook

Each one of us has a fantasy, a longing, a desire, to have that perfect night. A night filled with magic and love. Some like it simple like any other silent night. Some love it like a celebration with the festoons and confetti. Some yearn for a total trance of the starry sky. Some need just the lunar charm. Some need solace and solitude. Some need a confidante to contribute. But all need something in the night that they miss in the day light.

The night carries me to,

A magical world of love,
And a surreal terrain of joy,
Where stars twinkle brighter,
And create a scintillating mosaic,
In the pristine blue waters,
With the breeze smothering my tresses,
And nudging me to dance,
To the tunes of the night’s notes,
And live this night fully,
In ecstasy and bliss.

night : bliss : moon

poetry, Soulful

Cosmic Balance

TulipBrook

This mysterious unfathomable darkness,

Radiates an omniscient brightness,

Splitting to perform a spectral dance,

Where the lunar energies make erratic moves,

Amplifying to a soprano of intense emotions,

And diminishing to a contralto of shallow apathy,

And varying frequencies in between,

Creating a plethora of patterns,Untamed and boisterous,

Mellow and reticent,

Amounting to a noisy inteference.


But this playfulness needs discipline,

An orderliness to survive,

This existentialism.


Then comes to rescue,

The majestic solar conductor,

To attune the distorted chords,

And make a symphony,

Of a few coordinated steps,

And the influx of coherent beams,

Perform an alchemy-

A merger so alluring,

A mellifluous charm,

Sustaining life as we know,

In the form of a cosmic balance.

Sun: Moon: Cosmos