Showing posts with label Nature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nature. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Love

The moonlight's glitter on the ocean
Couldn't be as beautiful as love

A flower in springtime bloom
Couldn't be as joyful as love

A snowflake on a tree branch
Couldn't be as delicate as love

The fiery hot glare of the sun
Couldn't be as passionate as love

A star studded midnight
Couldn't be as magical as love

A footprint upon a golden coast
Couldn't be as ephemeral as love

The blood flowing through every vein
Couldn't be as life-giving as love

The forest sawed down that regenerates
Couldn't be as forgiving as love

A shower of rain in the desert
Couldn't be as soothing as love

A fantastic insect with glittering wings
Couldn't be as alluring as love

The wind that carries a kite
Couldn't be as uplifting as love

And yet, a plague across the nations
Couldn't be as devastating as love

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Time


Time, the sly one
The black panther crouching
Inconspicuous in life's foliage
Seeming to be in tireless run

We, the antelope, earth brown
Unsuspecting of his presence
Of his incomprehensible power
His senses tack us down

Slinking between the shadows
Of doubt, carnivorously
Waiting to corner the pestilent
That they are, the weak never know

It occurs to us time would speed
But like a whisper he slithers
His yellow cat eyes aflash
The signs we fail to read

Then he leaps, a racing blur
Streak of black the panther becomes
Hooves clop frantically for escape
Run, but he shall not deter

Time, you must never underestimate
And our limbs flimsy as reeds
Succumb to his ever hunting claws
A reminder 'fore he seals our fate

Sunday, March 18, 2007

The Jungle


A tropical dance
Like outstretched hands
Rhythmic swaying
The petals playing
With sight and sound
And smell abound
Orchids, jasmine,
Roses of heaven,
Dahlias and marigolds.



Nature lovers behold
A treasure chest
Of her very best
In all splendor the queen
Hot, wet and unseen
Stole away in blackness
With a sole witness
The night, starry eyed
As she ran to hide



Where exotic birds
Freshly heard
Wing in quiet
Like the onset of the night
And gentle stars
Light years afar
Captured by
Those enraptured by
Their shine and blink
In paint or ink


A poet’s bliss,
Like me, in this
Sweet paradise
Until demise
To savour the sights
And proudly recite
Inspired creations


Imagination
Fired by a copper sun
Only just begun
Exploring awide
Possibilities inside
And out, all around
Absorbing all sounds
From crass cacophony
To smooth symphony
Rising and falling
Ever enthralling
From the chitter chatter
Of the brook’s laughter
As she bubbles along
To the eerie song
Of wildest breeze
And darkest trees
In flirtatious duet
Beneath bright sunset

Oh what boundless

Grace here rests
Silently keeping
To herself, sleeping
Like a tired serpent
Under the vast tent
Of dripping foliage
In camouflage


Enter not this fantasy!
Come near, and she
Will flee under our
Touch of greed and power
Her virgin foils
Will fast despoil
Only those so tender
Could befriend her



Oh gentle being
I, upon seeing
You in such glory
Will recall your story
To those who lend
And ear and send
To the world your plea
To let you be
And you shall flourish
As is my wish
And all can see
Your grand beauty


Saturday, October 14, 2006

The Rose

Sensual incantation of scent
Blood-red heavenly angel sent
Pricking the fox who dares
Approach thy thorny lair

Passionate tango of romance
Thy fragrance with senses dance
Inebriated as they float along
Sways each to thy crimson song

Petals of softness adorning thee
Robes of scarlet jealousy
Regally they shroud thy soul
Sweet perfume so gently unfolds

As thee, my life takes shape
These dusty words, my escape
Thorny eyes protect inside
Soft, red scent, in me I hide

As wild like scarlet fire
Thy radiance do I desire
Unbending under command
Of wind or rain or sun to stand

Friday, May 26, 2006

The Beauty of the Sea


As each strong wave pounds on the rocks
I stand, spellbound by the Sea
As the spray and foam quench the docks
I am breathlessly gazing at the blue queen

She embodies the patient and calm
With liquid lips kissing the sliver sand
Submissive to the breeze of the night
That takes her towards the moonlit land

She simmers with indomitable power
Ruining men, with a mere crystal wave
Looming over great cities, she towers
When she is raged, nothing is safe
And her crystal touch, saline
Glistening under the noon sun
Rushing waters, a symphony, divine
She is the joyous one

Nought else can be her
She is unique
None on earth will own her
She is free
And I, I am awestruck
Kneeling before the Sea.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

How Awful Is the Rain!

How awful is the rain!
When water gushes out from the overflowing drain
I wet my brand new clothes
And the muddy road is filled with paper boats.
The cars that seem to fly
Splash dirty water over people passing by.
For hours and hours it pours,
The endless rain,
And I have to stay home doing chores!
Waiting in my room I long to see
The sun come out, or a bird with a sweet melody
Instead, something buzzing in my room
With their pointy ends, hoards of mosquitoes zoom!
Diseases spread from one to the other
Most of us lying in bed
Dreading the medicines brought by our mothers…
The rain is so dreadful and bugging sometimes
But without these regular showers, would we survive?
And yet again, the rain has arrived!

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Shadow



Silence...
No sound in the alleyway,
Her direction gone astray.
Concrete canvases display
Ghouls of black night among the grey.

Glance...
Inhuman, bloodless spies
Through the corner of her eyes
Her courage with each step dies
The world is deaf to her cries.

Stealth...
Noislessly they follow
Creatures of the moon, hollow
Using only black to gallow
Her words, her screams, she swallows.

Hide...
They reach out in despair!
Stifled by their glares
She evades each piercing stare
And offers a silent prayer.

Run...
Towards horizon bright
The sun, her secret weapon in the dark fight
She escapes from the beasts of the night
As they are doused by the burning light.

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry