"If you look deep enough, you'll see music!" Thomas Carlyle

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Trickle, trickle down the pane

Somber nimbus weeping rain

Potent hypnosis as driblets sweep

Now there’s no need `to tally sheep

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Fickle, fickle eyelids flutter

Muddy streams rush to the gutter

Scenes fill wells behind closed eyes

As bleak disperse in star-less skies

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Fluent therapy lulling me

And I drift off to a virtual sea

Soon the thunderous fit subsides

Into unruffled dreams of evening tides

Arioso

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Loftier than the wisps of cirrus on high

We’re falling into each other,

No black holes in this sky

Worries vaporise like a meteor

Weightless,

defining who we are

We bear upon the rise and fall

of the ocean wall

Concerted trajectory,

we must remain in orbit

As the crescent floats in respite

Weightless

Two stars in  equilibrium,

A metaphysical conundrum

Arioso


I’ve finally mustered the courage to publish these haikus that I’ve written. I hope you will enjoy them. I look forward to your feedback as I continue to explore the various forms of poetry. Blessings to all adorable members of this WordPress Blogosphere who continue to support each other, here. I’m not always available to comment at will but be assured that I do read as many blogs as possible on a daily basis. You’ve all become like family and are even in my prayers now! Much love and hugs to you all Smile

Verdure is restored

As love potion flows from sky

Tulips pucker up

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Spring is in fanfare

Birds and trees are out at play

Children pout, indoors

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Rain pummel windows

Spring’s bully assaults the night

Bolts rip bleeding sky

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Rafting down the stream

Still waters mirror sunlight

Therapy for miles

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Summer seas invite

Tourists bask in paradise

Natives scoot for shade

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Seasons come and go

Plants and animals know well

Mankind – still in awe

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Limbs strip their raiment

Streets lay eager to receive

Winds are scandalous

Arioso


11. Arya, Braj Mohan - Nature With Lovers III

If I could reach into the heavens to anchor the sun

Or go to the poles of the globe, I would run

To paint you a rainbow and sop up the rain

If it meant that I could efface all your pain

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If I could walk on the ocean or withhold the mist

Or subdue storms and seize the wind in my fist

Then release it again when you can’t find the shade

If it meant that provisions for joy would be made

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If I could descend into the heart of the earth

And conquer the grave for all the hell that it’s worth

I’d give you forever sealed with a kiss

If it meant that we’d both have perpetual bliss

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But since I can’t do any of these things, I just wish

That giggles and glee will still brim your dish

When  your table is set, you will bask in it all

And I’ll always be here for you when you call

Arioso


Credits to Alice @ mymodernmet.com

An elegant train streaming down the aisle

To meet the spruced gent, waiting eagerly

To taste the flavour of the damsel’s smile

As soon as he unveils the mystery

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Her beauty hid by the trousseau she wears

Makes brisk heartbeats gaily anticipate

The duets they’ll witness, throughout the years

When twain infuse and both their joys inflate

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A round of cheers preps the enlivened groom

To swear before the audience with pride

To love her till the day they seal his tomb

As he adorns the finger of his bride

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She gives a lingering tear-joy response

Then he savours the saccharin at once

Ayasonice


dreaming

Photo credit: Paul D Robertson

Tranquility in tandem with my thoughts

As I waft into a realm unknown

Where a life convict assumes release

And a plebeian may don a crown

Gravity’s hold is feeble there

Flesh and spirit are much the same

A soul gallivants just anywhere

And no one even needs a plane

Things that life would never grant

Now a guerdon making views expand

So the undiscerning clearly sees

The Deity crafting life, firsthand

That realm in REM will always be

Concocting salve for tear-less eyes

And blistered aching nomads’ feet

Find solace till they greet sunrise

Ayasonice


blame your green eyes sm.jpg (Paul Robertson.com)

Credit to Paul D Robertson at redbubble.com

A soul in limbo

Grinding enamel and uprooting locks

Bound in the prism of destiny, misfortune hijack sanity

And the former years elope with mirth

Forsaking the love-child of faithfulness

A quirk in the timeline of her existence

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A soul in limbo

Writhing as grief gropes the bare posture of change

Will her love remain unfeigned

Amid the air of phoniness and frigid hearts?

She gave all from the vaults of virtue

Yet, nothingness was now all she could embrace



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