So is Life…
Blooms have wilted,
Clouds have quilted,
Eyes are blue in thought,
Gazing at the meandering roads.
Memories are buried.
Moments are cherished.
The heart is deepening with rhythm.
As life seeks asylum.
Time has gone.
Reminiscing about teary songs,
Moments of silence from deep,
It scares the soul as it peeps.
Leaves are brown.
Lights decorate the town.
Quivering rivers flow down,
The eroding mind is whispering sound.
Nightingale trills,
Cuckoo coos over the hills.
The heart desires to feel,
And bulges in thrill.
Life has escaped.
On a road so paved,
Strolling down the caves,
Singing along the waves.
Juncture of life,
On the sharpness of a knife,
It feels like the spirit is shaken.
Alas! Dreams are awakened.
Tears tickle spurred cheeks,
Wound speaks the language of pricks.
No life is fond of tricks,
As time passes, build thee with each brick.
A sip of wine,
In the scrumptious dine,
Spins like a turbine,
In deluge and shine.
The fragrance of flowers,
Last for an hour,
So is life,
Last for hours in sight.
Feathery Rain…
The softest touch of the feathery rain cuddles with me,
As it drains down the wind-seal of the car, akin to the sea,
Millions of memories dash through the core of my heart.
As millions of silvery drops gently kiss the dusty earth,
The pink noise of the rain takes me back to my home.
A place where millions of thoughts were born,
Thousands of words were knitted into beautiful verse.
Another verse is born with the sublime touch of rain in the universe.
The dilapidating blooms are reincarnating from the soil.
A bounty of crops is growing from the seed of every toil.
Brownie trees are dancing in nudity amid the kisses of the rain.
As every drop of deluge sings a song of season in the drain.
My heart skips as a tiny drop of deluge dances on my cheek.
A bugging feeling cuts my bristle and makes it prick.
Millions of buried memories are unearthed by the shower.
Another season of life sprouts, akin to the little flower.
An unexpected rain with a soothing breeze warms the creasing soul.
As the earth gets swallowed by the floods in every deepening hole,
Lightning keeps capturing every moment of dampening dreams.
With oceans drinking the tickling water of little streams.
The camera of the past focuses on the present, foreshadowing the future.
As the romance of rain begins to rise in the brownie nature,
The soul gets sodden in the lighter shade of the evening rain.
Evading my mind from my own thoughts of tears and pain.
What a beautiful feel of the rain on my throbbing chest!
Flowing down my spirits devoid of hurdles or rest,
Sky heard the prayers of dying souls in the darkest night.
Bless the restless spirits amidst the shimmering light.
Spark to Dark...
Millions of memories are buried beneath the indigenous land.
Memories built from the tears of indigenous people and blistered hands.
The confused men are gazing at the unendingly flowing river.
In pain of their loss of indigenous identity and are in a shiver.
Millions of kangaroos suffered the inhumane losses,
Where the hundreds of roads are built for the buses,
Uncountable birds died in and out of their beautiful nests.
As humans’ cruelty paved the way only for their best.
The singing songs of the flowing marine aren’t heard anymore.
As she is captivated by humans and cries with her sore,
Life-giving trees and bushes are poisoned by human beings.
Where are those bees and birds tweeting their feelings?
The patches of tiny islands have eluded our eyesight.
In a minute of time, history has collapsed at night.
The homes of animals are being stolen by thieves, humans,
Humans are empty without humanity and acumen.
The serenity of the place is captured only in pictures now.
We lost our identities then and there, devoid of bow,
Children of this century failed to see the real earth.
as the earth is swallowed by the desire of hungry hearts.
Thousands of years of history are silently sleeping beneath the roads.
Thousands of years of intact culture are decaying in our thoughts.
The eternity of the place has gone into the ashtrays.
Buried memories of place and animals are in our praise.
Autumnal Awakening…
The dreaded feelings of loneliness creep into the depths of the heart.
An autumnal sense of smell soars above the brownie earth.
Millions of dried leaves dance on the fence of the guarded home.
Rustling in the whimsical tone of autumn is akin to the sweetest poem.
Millions of particles of dust paint the sky orange and brown.
Holding reminiscences of home in an adjective and calling it a noun,
Desirous nude trees await the elope of sensual leaves.
Arousing the feeling of joy and knotting the lips.
Ripples rippled across the face of the mighty ocean.
As chilly wind sweeps across the horizon in tingling emotion,
An acre of sand wakes up from the beach of the tearing ocean.
As the wind escalates from the shore and dances in an unknown direction.
A thirsty bloom of autumn desires the desirous feel of rain.
To be relished from the aching depths of loneliness and pain,
But your dream of being molested by rain is hidden in the sky.
Deluge fails to fall on bloom and oscillates her eyes.
The cockatoo nestles on the branch and tweets the lyric of autumn.
Capturing the moment of joy and guarding her own kingdom,
The trill of cockatoos resonates in the woods of the hills.
Pinning the soul with a thump of pain and despair in its feel.
Browny leaves, naked trees, trills of nightingales, and songs of the ocean
It burns down my soul with the words of ignorance in proportion.
An enigmatic thought of loneliness travels the entire universe.
As I sit down on the beach with sentiments singing in my verse.
Escaping Summer…
The season of emerald woods eluded in a fraction of time.
As the sun penetrates the clouds and dances in the hymn,
The brown earth smells intoxicating with swirling air.
As summer sets on and brings down the heat of flair,
Millions of beads of sweat form a meandering ocean.
Escaping down the spine and cleansing off the dirtied emotions,
The charcoal-like sand burns down the feeble spirit.
as the body rambles down the mountain in a meandering street.
The windy wind plays the music of forgotten melodies.
As the burning sun kisses the earth in its heating parody,
The eloping sun and the sky make romantic sense.
As love of nature propels in the breeze of life in tense
Birds in nests are the best, as they rest throughout the night.
Winking their eyes and playing with the romantic light,
Wood looks like a painting painted with a brownish hue.
O’ God! The drama of summer is here with no drop of dew.
The summer of bygone days floods my mind and memories.
As thoughts are strangled with those sweetened berries,
The summer used to be the sweetest season of all.
With a gush of wind and the pink noise of rain in every fall
Life then used to be sodden with the touch of rain.
Mind fluttered with butterflies on a flower and surging drain.
Alas! Summer here is dry, with no kisses and cuddles in the shower.
With browny leaves dancing on trees devoid of flowers.
No birds are heard singing those sentimental lyrics.
No bees are seen dancing on roses with every breath in prick.
Life has lost the fragrance and beauty of summer.
Though the ocean flows flawlessly, and cities dance in glamour.
Bio: Bagawath Bhandari is a versatile and enthusiastic writer who excels at telling compelling stories in a variety of genres. Having expertise in poetry, he offers a distinct viewpoint to his writing. Every poem demonstrates his dedication to authenticity and meticulous attention to detail, engrossing readers and making a lasting impression.
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