poetry, Souful, Soulful

A night like this

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

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Love…

The course of this love,

Is all creases and curves,

Where the folds hide coyly,

The secrets of the bud,

And

The blooming pain,

Of its magical transformation,

To a charming pink rose.

And

Reveal with aplomb,

It’s silky countenance.

Yet concealing it’s scars,

And an unsaid pain,

Of a short existence,

Diffused in it’s ecstatic fragrance,

Making lovers wonder,

What stays in love?

And

What fades away?

love: pain: rose

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Poetry Podcast- A Humble Existence

This is a poem about a bird who waits for the right ambiance to make love to her lover. A simple rainfall in the evening of a monsoon month of July.

A lover awaits for the union.

The Lines

There she sits in poignance,

On a dainty Gulmohar branch,

As she enjoys the lemony balmy sun,

On a monsoon mid-day of July,

She looks at the powder blue sky above,

And sings a soulful melody,

She waits in a vivid eagerness,

For the Prussian blue evening to arrive.

After a two-hour stay,

She welcomes the soothing breeze,

And the drops of pristine rainwater,

Fall down like a shower of love,

And they drench the earth in entirety,

Every leaf of the Gulmohar tree,

And the coy nightingale too.

And she retires to her nest,

With her mate, her lover,

After a dreamy dance of ecstasy,

Under the tranquil showers of bliss,

Bewitched by this mushy scenery,

They bloom together, into a beautiful unison,

Like soulmates for infinite lifetimes.

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Love: Nature: Lovers