childhood, Fall, Flowers, forgotten, love, memories, monsoon, Philosophy, Photography, Pictures, rain, romance, tears, weather

Black

The black darkness of the night,
Laughs gently at me in a roar unforgettable,
The mirth is shattered by its sudden transition,
And with the force of its unworldly design.

The night transcends between whiteness and blackness,
Each transience celebrated by silver brilliance,
The madness of its turmoil unforgettable.

In heavy lumps of tears,
Amidst a wail that is deep and penetrating,
The night begins to weep.

The wanderer looks from his shelter below,
His eyes peppered with the salts of time,
Does this night sing a paean in honor,
Is it the laughter of a madman,
Or the cries of a lost wanderer

Shimmering and glistening,
Screaming and whistling, The black darkness of the night,
Continued its laughter and still,
The night continued to weep…

Advertisements
Standard
Adventure, Autmn, Birds, color, Leaves, love, Metamorphosis, Nature, passion, Philisophy, Photography, Pictures, Poem, Poetry, rain, romance, tragedy, Travel, Trees, US

The Nectar of Despair

They sit in silence,
Drunk in the nectar of despair,
They sit in silence,
Soaking in the sanguine air,
They sit in silence,
As the raindrops dance heavily,
They sit in silence,
Like two still dancers,
At the end of the ballet of existence,

They sit in silence,
Drunk in the nectar of despair…

Standard
Adventure, Birds, Branches, Existence, Flowers, Grass, Philisophy, Poem, Poetry, rain, Reality

Become…


Become like the call of the nightingale’s chirp,
Become like the roar of the elephant’s birth,
Become like the soul of the daylight break,
Become like the rustle of the tree stalk shake,
Become an existence that is larger than you,
Become an ideal of all that is true,
Become like the light that shines over all,
Become the voice that answers every call.
Become someone larger than pride and strife,
Throw out the verbal dagger and knife,
Become like a bouquet of roses and bloom,
Spread the fragrance of love and swoon,
Become like the smile of an infant child,
Become like the innocence of the beast in the wild,
Become like the serenity of the corpse deceased,
Become like the terror of the awaiting beast…
Standard
monsoon, Poem, Poetry, rain, storm

The Voice of the Monsoons

Oh Shimmering and Glistening night,
Sing to me in the voice of the monsoons,
From a childhood forgotten,
Drown me gently in your song,
Whisk up the aroma of moist earth,
From the backyards of memory,
Shine down the scattered souls of stars,
Dead, alive and those dying still,
Soak this anonymous wanderer,
In your majestic and tranquil glory,
Oh Shimmering and Glistening night,
Cradle me in your arms…
Sing to me in the voice of the monsoons…

Standard