Desert Rose

When I think about flowers , apart from their beauty and fragrance there are a whole lot of things about them that have intoxicating effect on me .Once in a while  I love to play around with their names as well and the outcome is   astonishing  symphony  Here is a piece woven with variety of flowers  (In Caps) and I hope you will love it too. #desertrose #flowerpower #namesofflowers

A ring of Rose and Marigold
Is all that I have on my mind
Like a Bird of Paradise
I stroll
Forget Me Not
I am Foxglove
But names can be deceptive
Indeed I am as tender as vine

A string of  Prim Rose and Willows
Is all that I can see
They are spread over miles
A white Rock Rose and Chrysanthemums
Are are the only folks
I have known
Who I presume
Have known that I am like a juvenile

The satin robe that I adorn
May appears Mock Orange at night
In real it glows like Morning Glory
And is a shade of whites
The Silver Lace on my eyes
Don't mistake it for dew
It is a string of Tuberose
That I embraced for ever and for life

The ringlets of Blazing Stars
And Heliconias
Which are as blue as Lupines
May appear to you like Foliage
But in real are my braids
That fall all over on my face
Are my hideaway and my escape
For I am too shy

Can you hold your breath for a while
For I am now a little aroused
The fragrance of  Rings of Cloves
In accomplice with
The daisies around my neck that I adorn
Too have become  gentle like never before
It appears to me like a conspiracy of Cosmos
Did I see someone behind Anemones

The  nearing sound of spring
And dancing Black Eyed Susan
The whiff of Cocks Comb
I beg of you to understand
I am struggling to remain afloat
The sand underneath my soles
Is quick though there are no slopes
I seem to have got intoxicated
By the fragrance of Rings of Cloves

Oh The one hiding behind Anemone
I know you and so does my soul
I care not anymore
Whether you conspired or Cosmos
But when you do away with  my Foliage and satin robe
And the Daisies I adorn
When you make love to me on quick sand
Please ensure that no one gets to hear us moan
Nor the sound of symphony of our touching toes
Though my name is Foxglove
I don't care if you call me Desert Rose




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Halo - The torrid storm

Halo the luminous ring  has always  fascinated me. One may call it aura for me it can have several meanings. . Here is a piece of poetry , illusionary though but surrounding a halo.

I closed my eyes
To welcome a beautiful smile
But it surprised me with a halo
A halo that  kissed my face and my eyes
Drenched me with  beautiful colors of life
That I couldn't see beyond the halo
I fluttered my eyes
Tried to speak to halo that night
But it surprised me even more
It took me in it's arms
Danced me in the air full of romance
I got swept with torrid storm that appeared like a halo
I tried to touch
I tried to feel
The torrid storm that came dressed like a halo
I heard it utter a few words that spelt my name
Aghast I tried to hear them again
I heard it whisper " Will never let you go "
I felt my cheeks get drenched
My eyes  had started to rain
I tried to hold on to  tears that rolled
Down my face
While I melted in that gentle embrace
The embrace that left me dazed

Therefore

I tried to undo my hair
But the tide was so high and passionate
I realized  it might just make  me fall
I might let go the storm
If I tried to do so
It's time to hear the whispers
It's time to hear my name
Over and over again
Though It may come from torrid storm
The storm that has come dressed like a halo
That might disappear when the morning glory smiles
The smile that appears
When the sun rises
I immersed in it's arms
I did not try to look beyond
I allowed the magical light
To take over



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Cascading in love

 I often  wonder what is love ? A strong emotion perhaps which is hard to express but at some or the other point of life we all get swayed by this strong emotion . Several poets have woven this feeling in the form of words and from time to time I pour it out as well . Here is another piece of poetry on love.  #poetry #poem #poetryonlove

It's always nice to have someone in your life that makes you smile even when they are not around

He kissed my eyes
And everything around me turned hazy
He held me tight
The wind went out of it's mind
And became crazy
It began to pierce through me
While I was cuddled up
In his velvety arms

I felt something is not right
But everything around me appeared so hazy
His breath had turned me blind
It pained but I had no tears in my eyes
The frenzy of night turned so hazy
While he placed his lips over mine
He rolled over me against the wind
And became a bulwark

The sparkling stars in the night
I could not see
The cascading moon in the sky
I could not see
The casting shadows of vines
Too disappeared
The crazy wind too became polite and began to recede
It became gentle amid the insane storm

Like a fairy in the night
I began to feel
Like a mermaid from deep blue sea
I felt like I have received
What I have been waiting for all my life
I began to float without wings or fins
Gallopped mid air and at times in deep blue sea
But gory life put everything on halt

I opened my eyes
Only stars I could see
I fluttered my lids
The cascading moon too appeared
But the wind was still subtle
And whispered in my ear
He has gone and has disappeared
His caresses and fragrance were all gone

Every night my never ending gaze
Amid chilling silence of night
I silently stare
And try to peer through the obsidian
Through the grey
But the raven and ebony only seem to play
I wonder when would wind blow once again
Pierce me through and give me immense pain

In the pleasure of that pain
I wait to gain
The caress and that embrace
That I longed for days
Though the panorama
I may not be able to see
But being swept off my feet
Is the only dream

Call me distraught
Call me insane
You can address me as frenzied by fate
But do I care
I can not share
The pleasure in pain
That I ought to gain


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Poetry on love

Love is an amazing feeling that we all crave for

Sunshine
I can see the rainbow
The hues are bright
They peer through the rain though
Love me like
You never loved me ever before

Life
is like
A mushy pill
It gives grueling pain though
Lie by my side
Stroke my hair like you  never stroked them ever before

My tell tale eyes
Speak to them
They may look away
When you try to read them though
But I swear by my smile
You are the Eros I have been waiting for

I may ask for
A little time
I may try to run away
My heart may want to stay on though
Hold me tight
My face may turn a little pale though

The stars in my eyes
Don't recognise
Who you are
Where you are from though
But the thirst in my smiles
Want you to give me more and more

Dress me up
With your warm breath
Bathe me with your eyes
My clothes may get drenched though
Feel my lips with your tender smile
Paint them with your fragrance till they ask for more and more


And ask you to hold your smile
To feel my tender lips
Though they may appear to have never tasted a breath before
The jig saw of life
Shatter it apart
And make me believe  in love that I never ever experienced before












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State-of-the-art " Poetry of the day "

After a long time few lines on love , love in Robert Fulghum's words " I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death."

#lovequotes #poetryonlove #lovepoem

I tried to run away
I tried to shun
The feelings so strong
So that I could  restraint my heart
Before it got dismayed
Feel weak in its knees
If I let free the door
That leads to my heart
My heart that sleeps in the darkness
Detached from the other souls

My spiritual guide
Came in my way
Took me in it's arms
Spoke to me while I frowned
Gave me a piece of advice
And said " Open your arms
Welcome the sun ,before it goes down
Because healing your heart will be an arduous job
Life is full of surprises
Open the door that has sored"


I persuaded my heart
That lay deep in the dark
I tried to refute
And tried to prove "The fears are all false"
I convinced my heart to open the door
To this new visitor's knock
Who whispered to my soul
"I can communicate with the chimes
Which lie hushed up within thine
And can make them play the melody
If I you allow me in and open the door "

The welcome smile on my face
I can't hide I have failed
His arrival to grace my life
Is true
But with time I shall be able to say
The unique visitor in my life
Was conventional
Or is a state-of-the-art
Who  had a fake smile
Or is still adorned by the walls of my heart.


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Slaves Of Power - poetry of the day

" Slaves Of Power" is inspired by day to day situation of the world , where people fight for power,materials,and in the name of religion. #writing poetry #poem

Towards the glorious realm
Deafened by a foray of silence
I move tight lipped
In a cloud of mist
Can't hear the Chimes or Adhan
All that I see is us in an identical shade
And some one behind the cloud
Roared right now
Let me share what he had to say
"Welcome to my sphere
Now you don't need to fear
All those gory slaves
Lured by greed and power
Their rise will fade
When I decide to erase
Their distinctiveness
When they will either be
Render to flames
Or made to lie
Buried in the ground
When they will be in no state
To feel the hunger for power
To  utter an order
When they will have no face
Nor shall they be remembered with grace
The world shall celebrate
When they become extinct
And enter my terrain
Bleed through their eyes
To watch their peers in pain
But will have no say"
"Admire the beauty of my power
Your memories fade
Until few births you take
And come out chaste
From your terrain
And rise above materialistic powers
And come to known as my child
Until then its a fight for you
For an embrace
You can not escape
Seven cycles of life
Those were made
For you to shine like a paragon
A gem that I would treasure "

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Rings Of Smoke

Experiencing sadness and anger can make you feel more creative, and by being creative, you can get beyond your pain or negativity. #Yoko Ono

My wings were on fire
But I couldn't see the flames
Walking down on the streets
Unable to hear the sound of its footfall
I walked in the shadow of smokey rings
And  I thought
 " Its going to rain "
I didn't know
" Who could I ask "
If the showers were real
Or  they are fake


On a beautiful day
When I thought
It's time to walk away
From the " Rings of Power "
With the only thought
" I am no more its slave "
I cruised down the streets
With the only thought
In my heart
I am free
I don't need to think of my past

The tears that rolled down my cheeks
Began to recede
I followed a beautiful dream
That I didn't know
" That won't last"
I vent open my desires
They spoke to my heart
Named me " blindfolded "
Who couldn't see the fire
Driven by desires
 Mistook my pyre for a dream
The ring of smoke for a cloud that would rain

Such is life
Standing on the threshold
With my dreams
My sunken eyes
Can't even see 
The difference between " the fire
And the showers of rain"
The difference between "the pleasure
And unbearable pain "
Therefore all my dreams
I put you away " I prefer to be callous"

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A Beautiful Morning for me

Quote from Romeo Juliet #quotes #romeo #juliet Romeo I fear, too early: for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels and expire the term Of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. And now a few lines on pain please read on .....

I fell in your arms
I thought I could live forever in the swing
Your  lips were too soft
I thought I could forever communicate with them
In your eyes and in your arms
I galloped though I had not a single wing on me


Your face had that charm
That I had never seen and I don't wish to see again
Your musk was so strong
It took me no time to sweep me off my feet
Your palms were so warm
I thought they could never let go off me


I knealed before the storm
I said " let me sustain with him"
It blew the rocks into pieces
Those were stronger than me
It left abruptly without an alarm
To comeback to shock me one evening


I thought its about to rain
But the clouds left without a warning for me
I mistook the sound of the dark
I thought it was the Nightingale singing for me
The stars too disappeared in the dark
I thought they were preparing to welcome the morning

I failed once again to recognise the warnings
Could you speak to me " Oh Dark"
Why do you keep coming back to me
Why don't you tell the rain to shower on me
Can you speak to stars
And tell them I am yearning for " A Beautiful Morning "

Though every thing seemed like a dream in the dark
But you all failed me
You failed me because you never cared for me
Like a withered twig in your palms
 " Oh my fate " in your arms
I failed
For all of you have conspired and are bent upon to blow me off my feet


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Away From My Destiny and My Fate

Traditional usage defines #fate as a power or agency that predetermines and orders the course of events. Fate defines events as ordered or "inevitable" and unavoidable. Classical and European mythology features three goddesses dispensing fate, known as Moirai in Greek mythology, as Parcae in Roman mythology, and as Norns in Norse mythology. They determine the events of the world through the mystic spinning of threads that represent individual human fates. In Islam, fate or qadar is the decree of Allah.And #destiny is used with regard to the finality of events as they have worked themselves out; and to that same sense of "destination", projected into the future to become the flow of events as they will work themselves out.

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.” ― Lemony Snicket

I didn;t say I am  happy in my lonely self

Nor should you say I am trying to tread away from the realism

On an aisle all by myself
Now when I have begun to feel tired of wallowing sounds

I look at my body the way it is dressed
I realise its close to triumph boulevard

Let me walk pass the life that appears to be dead
Find an avenue that is quiet a place for me to zen

My beautiful loneliness you have been my only aide
Now find me a place where I can rest

The smokey clouds I can smell
They seem to like the night the way it is bejewelled

I can see the rainbow wear a smile over its depressed face
Behind the clouds it shines since I told you to look for a place

A place for me to dwell
Away from the reach of my destiny and my fate

I tried hard to negotiate with my life
But it was as stubborn as was my destiny and my fate

Let me bid farewell and dishonour the fate
It was not too kind though I did everything for it to change

Don't  fear the dark and don't look so tensed
I know few teardrops will roll down some eyes but with time they will wane



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Witchcraft

 Few lines on deceit ....

                                                      



                                                         You said " You love"
                                                  Didn't you know " love is pious
                                                      Not meant to be abused
                                                            Nor to be used
                                                            For selfish gains
                                                 So spell not those words again

                                             Your treacherous, perfidious ways
                                            You should know " Will destroy you "
                                                    You will pay for your sins
                                        Though you may try to wash your hands of
                                                       You are being watched
                                                               Some day
                                                  You will be taken off guard
                                                          Come what may

                                              You created a place in my heart
                                          Pretended to be Siebog ( God of love)
                                                     Your intentions were all wrong
                                                           I ignored let go
                                              Because I didn't want  blood bath
                                                       To stain my palms
                                         The stains would have been as hideous
                                                      As your odious face
                                        That you conceal with your gentle ways
                                               But I saw through your evil skills
                                         That know how to caste a witchcraft
                                                       But sooner or later
                                                     The world will know
                                              Your malefic and malevolent
                                                           Vicious face
                                           As the venom does have a shade
                                                   That shows with time
                                                  And not let the culprit
                                                            Get away
                                              But show you the gateway
                                       And you will be mowed and churned
                                                    By his savage slaves
                                                       And show you
                                           When the spell of curse casts
                                            That comes from a true heart
                                                      That you ignored
                                              And tread to reach the top
                                                     Your eyes will roll
                                              That's the time you will realise
                                  When your screams will go unheard and in vain

                                                   
                                                   
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