PRASANNA
KUMARI
WAITING FOR THE DAY
STAR
June shut me up
within four walls
with thunder
rumbling sorrow on me
with excruciating
pain, grief and sadness
I turned to
painting on the empty space
But my yellow
turned to grey disillusionment
green leaf to
bluish dreams
the brown tiger to
purple desire
grey bird took
wings as pink aspiration
thick forest with
the inescapable color
color of twilight
is of strained laughter
the dark cloud is
of evasive happiness
white cumulus
absorbed the color of elusive peace
the nude woman
with the color of loneliness
lion roaring with
grey screams
black smoke
emerging with golden memory
lotus swaying with
the color of dirt
wind flowing with
the color of uneasiness
pleasant breeze
conjuring up color of heaviness
............i am
waiting.......
waiting for the
day star to reveal the true colors
LIFE'S LITTLE
SURPRISES
on the upward
surge....
the treasure-chest
spilling pain
which the tears
are not able to measure
the winding path
on the meadows
with shadeless
trees
the scorching heat
which the summer
is not able to calculate
among the autumn
dry leaves
rustling thorny
silence
life's
superlatives brushing on my cheeks
winter mist
treading on
torture and torment
to bleed....
sometimes the echo
of soft gentle laughter
adding spice with
beauty's pain
and the chill the
winter is not able to feel
the spring
elusive....
forgotten in
misery and pain
embarrassment
picking rights and wrongs
adding to the
burdened shoulder
mysteries
scattered on the path
to feed on unknown
fears
sweeping memories
lost and found
enwraped in
numbness
the shapeless
shadow
reflecting on the
ripples of troublesome water
on the
cross-roads...
baffled
not for freedom's
unlimited choice
nor for love's
unexplored joys
but....
pining for a shore
blossoming solace
yearning for
life's little surprises
SIGNATURE
a song oozing out
of the myrtle leaves
mystifies the path
with a song within
a song
the jasmine
holding many a breath
of honeyed
sleepless nights
adds glow and
glitter
swaying from hope
to wishes
the orchids
longing look
the daffodils
winked at the rose
in pursuit of
happiness
the dahlias trying
to enjoy breezy coolness
grooming into
consequences
the marigold
pretended indifference
peeling an orange
sweet and sour
the violets
creeping on the silence
blooming on hearts
defining beauty
the daisy with
silvery delight
wait for birth and
rebirth
the chrysanthemum
numb with frozen memories
heavy with
faltering souls
the tulips at the
corner stood as pallbearer
of the psyche of
the lost souls
the night
enchanting and absorbing nature's rhythm
sprinkles
lilac,magenta,yellow,pink and purple
the trees embrace
the laughter of desire
to conquer the
blushful dreams
and every petal of
every flower
with the signature
of poets
giggling at
realities
and me with the
moon on my hair
and the sun in my
heart
and all the stars
around us
waking into
consciousness
PRASANNA KUMARI
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