Desires
Love, Nature, poetry

Lofty Desires

I aimed for the mountain

top while rare florets ooze

from the ground

beneath me, I longed

for the sparkling stars

neglecting the lapis lazulis

laying on the beds of the mighty rivers 

I craved to suckle on the

heavenly nectar, while

bees synchronized intricate

combs in my backyard

then when the dusk spread

its raven wings, I reclined

on my couch, cursing

the Fortuna for the missed

chances in Paradise, while

the orchards around prepare

for the early fruition.

wind's tale
Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Inspiration, Legend, Nature, poetry, Spirtual

A Wind’s Tale

Started at 3 pm to look for morality,
Hours minutes pass by,
Walking waiting sleeping
But road to morality seemed long
On the curvy path few are busy,
Some in slumber, some don’t 
really care…

My guardian angel texted ” do not disturb”
Keep on marching, keep on trudging 
Perhaps one must ask what is the way
Met a wasted drunkard 
Stretching on the cracked pavement

Taste this nectar from the gods
You will find what you seek
I too was once like you
Follow the direction of the wandering wind
Swaying, dancing, howling 
It knows what you look.

Seven days and seven nights,
Chased the promiscuous wind from coast to coast.
Shrieking, screeching it leap up to me
With a licentious laughter…
Here you come finally like many,
Did you know ,I was cursed long ago.

To screech and sing in darkness,
For my promiscuity banished long ,
To consummate with hollow vacuums
To make love to woods in the dark,
For my crime, as she said
Two casual tears trickled down her gaunt cheeks
I dared to love thunder under the nose of clouds.
For which exiled to perpetual nothingness,
Fornication is a blasphemy in the book of creator.

While I yell, cry in empty voids,
Thunder is gracing the blue sky.
Morality is the privilege of very few
It’s the luxury of those who dwell in sky
As final words were said, thunder growled in the sky ,
Lighting struck on the nearby tree,
Scared and naked she vanished into woods.

Tanya Shukla

Words
Books, Love, poetry

Words Never Fail

I’ve filled the voids of my soul with

slants of words, the curvatures of

alphabets to gratify the endless

nights of effervescent

passions.

 

In the deepest abyss of malevolent

nights, I’ve implored the meanings

of your desertion through the

arches of letters.

 

The denied kisses through the

strokes of symbols, the dearth

of touch with caresses of

half-formed letters on crisp

blank papers.

 

At times I am riding on scripts

while others overwhelmed

under their weighty connotations,

you see my love words 

never fail!

 

For they can fill up empty papers,

hinge together differing

borders, like the elastic  

ropes you can stretch

them to suit bleak

realities of life.

 

 

poetry

Pilgrimage To The Groccery Store

For Ms. Andrea
A voyage to a grocery store is a holy kind
Pilgrimage to store after 6 is must
Painstakingly adorned hair with kanzashi 
Delicately crimson-painted lips
Sets out ethereally on route number five
Enthroned high on the corner seat
Majestic, every inch a royal
Like sultry Cleopatra on the golden voyage
Flanked on left by Michael kor
Ranked high on jimmy choo
Conjuring images of
The healing sage
The holy basil
Savory turmeric 
Aromatic rosemary 
Every aisle a divine shrine
Venerated with relics, figurines
Nick nacks and herbs 
Intricate floral anklets 
Made from Indian silver of the best kind
Miraculous argon pressed
sands of Marrakech
Delicate Chinese hibiscus 
Green emerald Persian pistachios
Victorian gothic chokers 
Every altar requires a gentle bow
Careful inspection, a silent admiration.
A grocery store seminary for every type
Married or not.  

wedding rug
Nature, poetry

Mirror

I looked myself in mirror

not able to recognize

the former self, wrinkled

hollow, patched skin

Cracks, folds open up 

Oozing dry white lumps 

lose bosoms hanging out

Echoing a common tale

 sordid but mundane

An ordinary but of millions

Unrecognized in sea of people

Burden of sagging skin 

Bulbous bones and aching heart

Falling sideways, a deep sigh..

Not able to recognize the

former self… consuming my 

new self, breathing  my new

skins, adorning my present bones

I simply moved on as time got over! 

 

 

 

let us you and I
autumn, Love, Nature, poetry

Let us you and I

Let us you and I once again

meet beneath the vast skies

hold hands and take long walks

 

In shadows of blushing trees of fall

on embellished carpets of florescent leaves

pour out the maladies of the souls

 

Listen in serenity few beats of our hearts

narrate to each other the ancient tales

of shooting-stars and broken hearts

 

Solitary nights and the bleeding cores

while taking youthful sips of  scarlet

wines flowing from the goblets of deep-sighs

 

Your fingers engraved on my wrists

souls fusing with souls, hearts-

melting with hearts

 

Let us you and I once again

meet beneath the vast skies…

 

 

 

asked to live a dream
Love, Nature, poetry

If I ever asked to live a dream

Oh! If I ever asked to live a dream,

It would be adjacent to a river stream

where the topaz rays of the sun will beam.

I will build myself a wooden cabin of dream.

 

Where hues of porcelain charmed elves will dwell.

just hoping all of it is not some beautiful spell,

Golden leaves will flutter like the shrine bells

surrounding would be spouting magical fountains

cascading down from the tall mystic mountains.

 

In the azure torrents, doe-eyed maidens will swim,

singing praises to eternal love of Sheba and Solomon.

On its currents, hope and peace will forever brim

the gushes of cerulean water will drift far-far away,

to have a rendezvous with herculean oceans at a bay.

 

Unfathomable dark canals will run deep in Earth’s womb,

on whose banks again the splendid Atlantis will bloom.

Mythical civilizations resting in the sea in their tombs

will flourish golden El-dorados will resurrect to be exhumed.

 

Apostles will bow down once to a mundane dream,

kneel and  pay holy ablutions to the sacred streams

regal butterflies and dragonflies will sing blessed hymns

A humble abode of divine tranquility I will build

where no  human vision or dream ever be slained

 

All this and more If I ever asked to live a dream!

It would be adjacent to a river stream….

 

 

countdown
Literature, Nature, poetry

Countdown For The Day

Morning sun shone
In its full glory
Coffee quarrels 
Stiff body

Artificial catnap
Sleep aid pills
Did it’s wonder

Neighbor’s black poodle 
Vanity Lazing on mosaic porch
Lusting a blooming orchid
Licking edges of master’s fingers

Spray roses with
No fragrance
Hung neatly in cheap Edwardian vase
On yellowish marble mantle

Incoherent gibberish bla bla
Of Quirky Morning shows 
incredulous laughter
Delinquent sarcasm

Countdown begins 
Midst sips of sooty coffee
Quality measured by
Barrage of human folly

autumn, Love, Nature, poetry

The Autumn Winds

You embraced my being like the fallen

withered leaves of  the deceased autumn

Shrouded me from the chills and breezes

I leapt on to you for the  tenders caresses

and fiesty cajolings, but  then you  went

away like the autumn winds, abandoning  

me at a site where once stood an ancient

tree the siloutees of whose roots still lurks

in the muddy grounds like shadows of your 

long embraces on my soul, the dry barren

heart like the decayed hollows of the dead

tree, I lingered on rootless through the

burial grounds wept and sobbed at the

passing of your warm kisses and gentle

touches just like the death of autumn of 

winds….

 

 

wound
Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Inspiration, Love, Nature, poetry

Valley of Fear

Between here and over there

Respites a bleak valley of fear

Where dwells wailing widows

Behind those green meadows

Mourning deaths of bleeding lovers

An ugly cloud over it always  hovers

I sometimes halt at the fork

Deciding which trail to unlock

Every path passes the same valley

For its almost a blind alley

Shall I take the track leading

the valley where moans of bleeding

resonates or just turn back speeding

Never to turn around in that trail

Where the drab and dreary prevails

But if I turn back ill be labeled a fail

For there are tracks we must take

knowing that our hearts will break

So I continue the march to the valley

without any further tilly tally.