Morn

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Amid the bare branches of tree

on this frosty January morn

look so cold so forlorn.

Frost and rime has covered the earth in a swathe of the white stuff lays

 

 

Yet the night blooming jasmines are nodding on their stems

Among the lush hills and giant trees

The night is darkening round me 

And the snow is glittering and glimmering upon the thin trunks of the pines 

 

 

Yet, soon it begin to melt as the winter has already begun to wane 

And the sun is approaching and thus shining bright at the foot of the trees 

Each trunk is painting a stroke of orange and yellow nuance. 

 

 

Curling up on the sofa under a blanket and watching the frosty pattern on the windows and ledges.

Coffee is getting cold 

Yet, the magical landscape full of ice and snow with illuminating light across the street is giving a closer look of noon

 

 

The midday is filled with so much light and the rays of sun is penetrating through it.

Splattering in every snowy nook and corner 

Crunching beneath the feet 

And the fragrance of mulled wine and ginger bread is giving the feeling of warmth 

 

 

Crisply, the day is whispering to cute snowflakes that are coming in the pathway 

Lost in the beautiful island and among the mountain, the fresh green grass is piercing out.

 

 

With the evenness and straightness of pines, the snow is gleaming upon the roofs of the houses and barges along the embarkment, they gives a magical feels 

Winter days and frost mornings 

 

 

The ray of light warms you yet the cold evenings and twinkling trees embarks your journey and gives you a bright and beautiful time of the year.

Such beautiful creation of god whispers to soul and the colour palettes of every nuance can be seen in this magical land of ice and cold.

 

 

From dazzling morning to noon, the sky is painted blue on blue yet slowly with a pace of time the colours begin to change from blue to a stray wisp of red hues giving a distant view of beautiful landscape. 

Yet, the beauty gets desolate and gets blended with the periwinkle nuance and the frolicsome breeze gives the feel of cold evenings. 

 

 

Like a kaleidoscope of colours.

The season seems to be changing its colours continuously like a dancers moves and fluttering feet’s.

As soon as the day begin to fade, the sky gets painted in the deeper and deeper shades of every nuance

 

 

And each stroke seems to reflect magic upon crisply snow and lush green mountain

Each stroke can be touched by merely glancing at them.

Like a palette of each nuance is playing with frost and rime.

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Noel

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Today is my One year Blog Anniversary so, I would like to share this poem with you all. Noel means ‘A Christmas carol’. Also, I wish you all Merry Christmas and a very Happy New year.

Frosty days and cosy nights

Fresh pine trees with splattering lights

Sound of Christmas carol with frolicsome breeze

‘‘Twas the night before Christmas, bright colours seems to add extra zinc to the sky.

Moonlight gleams amidst such joy 

And such festive touch complements the red and white stripped walls.

When the clock strives twelve and snowflakes begin to appear yet, the wind whistles sharp

The arrival of Santa with his reindeers rekindles the believe in new year eve.

A wink of eye and the sprinkle of glee

Like a majestic maple nurtures the soul, Christmas lights greet you with radiant warmth and sparkle.

The fallen snowflakes glimmering and glittering upon the path covered with mist and snow.

Like the ice crystals and sombrero of snow capped mountains clears the celestial vision yet, the dazzling clouds envelops the true essence of winter days.

Yet, the winter mornings makes the day desolate 

Behind us as we walk along the snowy path, snow crisply whispered to soul and crunched beneath the feet.

Swirling dance and fluttering feet 

Flew to and fro 

Winter seems to take shape in vivid blue and our shadows breath passion rhythm synchronized 

Drank the wine of love and ecstasy 

In the ecstasy we laughed and miles of smiles that is lumbering across the extended banks  of cloud

Season of frost and rime is playing the music of joy at its highest note 

Starry nights and sweet voice carols 

Honouring the day of Christmas with wisdom flashes endlessly glowing 

And midnight surprises unleashing the secret that has been kept securely since long.

In the ecstasy of love and peace

Bound by the eternal bond of togetherness and joy

Drank the wine of love and ecstasy 

Had rolled back to beautiful time of the year 

A voice, so sublime and enchanting 

In the form of Christmas carol is reaching to soul 

The mellifluous melody of peace on earth 

Singing along the way  

Oh, so wild and sweet

The words repeat

Candles lit and bells that ring 

Till, ringing, singing on it’s way 

Carols sung out and presents kept in every nook and corner 

And the seasons delight has covered the earth with the blanket of white through the midnight 

With each little twinkle, snow made its way to the sparkling trees that shimmer like a diamond.

Tall Christmas tree with lights bright 

Awaiting the dawn to knelt in adoration and to exchange the wine of love and peace.

Snow on snow, in the warmth and sun 

In the mid winter and frosty wind 

Gazing upon the heavenly beauty 

Wonder on wonder 

Snowy days and cute little snow flakes shall flee away 

Yet, the love that reaches to soul and light that illuminates the heart shall stay forever 

The beauty and joy, Christmas brings 

To the holiday season as the carollers sing their heart out 

To the awning of winter and cloudy canopy 

To greet you with sparkle and glee

To set the bounds of love 

Lets drink the wine of bliss and

happiness..

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Mist

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The mist in the winter is awning of snowfall,
Snowflakes scintillates the pathway,
Walking in the snow feels like a needle in a haystack,
With uncertainty of the path where it would lead you, one must enjoy the view.
Such beautiful time comes once in a year.
Surroundings gleams and new perspectives leads towards a new path,
Traveling to a new path feels like a new brush sweeps clean.
It’s a vacillation of mind whether to accept and embarrass new perspective of life or to delve in the past,
That is painting your world blue in the midst of the winter.
It’s a creation of an artist that leaves the readers pondering over the notions of a verse and entertain young readers.
Tranquil dreams paints an aura full of expressions and strokes entwine the palette of neutral colors,
Choreography of notions are forming a way towards future,
It’s a soul of a wanderer, a seeker and a writer who is seeking the key to unlock the door,
To pull out the artistic side and pour the colors of winter on the blank canvas.
A layer of tendril trail is the reflection of the future.
Such dilemma is filling up mind with pessimism.
Whether to move forward or wait for the snow to clear the path.
Caught in cold, slowly and passively it is drifting away,
Layers on layers on layers,
Spindled deep in the layers ,
A ray of sunlight is retreating the pathway
Opening ripples inside the hues of pale blue horizon,
It will not remain the same anymore, this hues are changing into bright colors.
This sea of horizon seldom occurs,
And this pathway soon would get covered with sheaves of leaves,
Leaves on leaves on leaves
Leaving behind the darkness, beckoning the bright days, long hours.
Threading the way out of dreary days
Seconds on seconds on seconds,
Making every nanosecond, worth a while.

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Opus

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Sky as the poet and sun as his poetry are enlightening the surface of clouds with the golden hues

Opening the ripples of spectre grey hues.

Redecorating and rekindling the cloudy canopy.

And painting the memory of old beautiful autumn days.

 

 

Yet, the fallen leaves and blossom flowers are welcoming the season of frost and rime.

The mist upon the leaves is the awning of winter.

Spindled deep in the frost morning.

Like the string of lyre, 

 

 

The vacillation of mind is filled with the full hearted song of joy.

And the sweet melodious voice arose among the weakening eye of Day.

Yet, the lights and shades of dawn were fading away.

 

 

While, the dew upon the trunk of a tree is glistening the horizon 

Beneath the winter dregs 

The dazzling display of stars crisply whispered to night. 

Flew to and fro, shadows danced upon such rhyme.

 

 

Yet, the flames of fire beneath the fireplace were providing warmth.

Behind it the invisible net of tender night crunched among the soul.

All of a sudden the long extended clouds rose upon the horizon.

And yet again sky as the poet and sun as his poetry whispered to soul.

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