Of Flowers and Life

 

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

Vase that holds … cheer

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.