Whispering Thoughts

  Slumberous pink buds, wet with morning dew,   and as the sun greets the dawn, the tender roseates open,   swaying to the rhythm of day, dancing daisies and dandelions.   Blooming beautiful roses, passionately flirting in the forenoon.   The tulips yawning by the eventide, the petals folding graciously at night, revisiting the bygone Kodak moments.   Life, ephemeral and enchanting. Welfare unto all Rab rakha

This is an attempt to try imagery in poetry. To bring to life, to paint before you, a picture of vase that rests on my study.  Gracing the corner of my desk, the tender shoots of money-plant the shade of lawn-green, bunched together   In a sleek, beautiful imitation of Waterford crystal Glandore   Seemingly fragile, this intricate and elegant trumpet vase, and yet strong and sober   To hold the supple golden greens liberally bursting out in all directions,   Spreading cheer. Radiant with all those reflections of LED tubelight.   Oh! And that reflection in the dressing cupboard mirror, adding to the aesthetic appeal of the room.   Oft times, the leaves tremble too, with the pleasing caress of cooling fans.