Sunday, March 28, 2010


"Aur voire, aur voire,"
She heaved a sigh,
The playful stars glanced at her
As she moaned that painful cry...

Her vocals she thrust in pain;
On the nettled mound herself lain;
Auburn cheeks melting into serene tears,
Her ecstatic soul leaped with a motive so clear....

Her blood-red, fiery eyes peeped into the chalice
Something feeble hushed,"Go ahead, dont wait Alice!"
An obsolete thump longed for a last glimpse of him:
'Twas her indifferent heart,witness o' his promises so dim!

Yet she loved him, more than her gift o' life;
More than a defensive honey-bee adores its beehive;
Owing to the preposterous plea he had taken of late,
He abandoned her to her own fate!

The ochre fluid bubbled vigorously
Her fingers halted as she observed closely,
A last glance she stole; the poison vanished from the chalice;
Betrayed was she, bidding adieu to her bliss!!!


That sapphire sphere
Rises bold from the blue
Like the Sylph of Paradise
Whose chariot the stars drew,
A boon, charming the moon's beauty is,
Just to shape up the minarets of bliss.

The Golden Eagle spreads its wings at dawn
To set ablaze the world as the hours move on.
The sun, the Golden Bird
Shoots its rays
Only to transform gloom into glaze!
Indifferent to its own fate,as the dove is
That glory bows in the midst o' bliss.

Mother Nature reforms, to mitigate its forces
To deprive the world o' its preposterous calamities
Of its repressive sources
From spring to autumn, does winter spread its shadows
And thus the flamboyant horizon narrows.
My passionate soul, determined as it is,
Smoulders at its mission, just to catch a glimpse o' this bliss!!