Flowing Verses

Nature’s Art  *********** My dreams fly around, In the deep valleys of love, Replete with the fragrance, For I am a radiant butterfly , A heart with infinite love, With fairy wings I fly, From bud to bud , caressing, With kisses strewn all over, Spreading beauty and joy. Forgetting days of yore When I struggled for sure, Now envious eyes follow me, I mesmerise artists, enchant poets But who can copy ? The artist called God

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#PoAttic #PoetryParlour #ArtoonsInn # Rain  I wish I could tell you, How like the rain you are, Rolling like threatening clouds, Showering through my eyes, In stinging tears that burn  my already scorched soul, Where pain lies dormant  I wish I could tell you , How like the rain you are, Cool ,Unpredictable ,rare, Flaring my madness, With the cool showers,  of your subtle charm, leaving me singed forever. I wish you could be like , Torrential, unending rain, Taking  me with your deluge, Rushing me like a torrent  Erasing  my existence, drowning my pain , In the ocean of your love. #PoAttic #PoetryParlour #ArtoonsInn # Rain  I wish I could tell you, How like the rain you are, Rolling like threatening clouds, Showering through my eyes, In stinging tears that burn  my already scorched soul, Where pain lies dormant  I wish I could tell you , How like the rain you are, Cool ,Unpredictable ,rare, Flaring my madness, With the cool showers, ...

 POP3W  A SEPTET Life **** Golden daffodils, A yellow carpet waving in wind, Dancing to the rhythm of ethereal love, In the fairy land of pleasant visions, Where life is a constant celebration, Of joy and peace, Is meant to be lived in gay abandoned. Sarita Khullar

 

"I would define...the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty." -#Edgar_Allan_Poe A cadence, a flow like the heart beat, Breathing symphony in pleasant breeze, Nature’s pulse in a regular throb, Woven in the words of a specific note, As words move like cascade from freshly melted snow, With mellifluous rise and fall they flow, Beauty is woven in the form of poetic showers, Resplendent as wreaths of myriad hued flowers, Of repeated like seasons that come and go, A bird’s clarion call or a chirping slow, It’s charming rise and fall that we hear, Such beauty as pleases hearts and ears.

  Father  Tales of valour and wisdom you told, Inculcated values and made me bold, Father! Though sense and meanings have changed, Yet the those moments in my mind are ingrained, Galaxies and constellations still I remember, You painstakingly my love for knowledge inflamed.