My Cultivated Garden I fell into a dream stepping across a path of fragrant jasmine and hibiscus And lay above a cushion of roses It was a curious time to indulge in the plantings of my garden Poppies embraced me in a frenzy of aromas That quickened my retreat from a world of overwhelming matters, A world often perturbing in its synthetic quality I slept in the lovely presence of pixie-like daisies Warming me in a shawl of petals Soothing my feet in a coverlet of ferns A flutter of birds came to light in the shelter of fruit trees Away from weather and intruders I imagined them enjoying the raspberries that stained their bills Until splashed by the fresh spray of a water fountain I dreamed as the day waned and the buzz of wee insects stirred my senses Wondering what breeze drifted tiny white blossoms through my hair I awakened to feel the gentle sway of wisteria Pleased with the way I cultivated my garden
Category Archives: CHAOS
Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin
The Dancing Raindrops Md. Mesfakus Salahin The dancing rain drops on your cheek Reflecting a romantic view which is not sick The unruly semi-wet hairs of your head Playing a role of a storyteller's shade The hidden smile on your lips Like a stream of light of ship The sneaky look in your eyes In the fairyland it flies and flies. Stories come out from your shyness That dance around your happiness Every rain drop is pregnant with fragrance Every story congratulates your sense Nature steals your beauty No one can give security. If You Come In Nature Dreamy eyes are the nest of dream Heart is mirror that reflects memories' cream Lap is full of love Nature holds all the dove Rivers overflow fellow feelings Waves carry successful wings Fountain spreads odor of the third eye' case Stars take bath with light of love and shyness Whispering of the leaves recalls rainfall Fragrance awakens my breath all All these things become history If you come in nature avoiding mystery.
Poetry from Mahbub
By The Shadows By the shadows suddenly I stopped and got down from the motorbike How beautiful the place! The green paddy field made the view a green carpet By the way it stands the large tree The shadows beacon -------- O dear, please be seated At least halt a little and take the fresh breath in me On the subconscious mind I heard the sound The leafy tree spoke out in the silence I lost myself closing the eyes I lost myself in the shade and sun from gaps of the leaves In midst of wind, shade and sun the blood springs as the dancing beats And lost in thy love that calms my heart and eyes No caption - it's always a place you stand by Let's go - that green horizontal world waiting for us.
Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee
Beam By Sayani Mukherjee Pyre of hollow embers Burns purged insecurities; Ravishing coiling serpant machinery Jokes and trickstars of naysayers, Of caging the free spirited Moksha Dreams of mana, Himalayan bluebirds The flappy wings of fancy somantic fury Only tune of one song. Loud enough to burst forth Material orders hierarchies Ashes of power game Caged and bonded Flattering cynismcism a cyclical tornado Only the blue bird sings It knows the one tune I'm an om An autumnal seasonal flashback. Draping warm leaves around my sweet neck Honeybees and nectar of sooth Sayers fuzz My veins a musing, jumping, free spirited laboratory- Made of Streaming stars and faith and woolen love I, a Bluebird sing of mana Airy floaty elfish vain Titular rambunctious whole of a new realm I am a power of my life force Watery windy fiery fiesty road Akashic magic burning sages Rosemary incensed fume I swallow pyres Burning up eights lusts heads I twinkle and beam.
Mixed media from Kenny Johansson
Poetry from Celeste Alisse
Through a crack in the wall, I see nothing. I hear a faint swirl of mutters and creaks and nothing. I sense a fear, From me or the crack in the wall? From me. Eye to the hole, I stare and stare, But nothing is nothing is nothing. I see nothing, I hear nothing, I sense nothing. Yet when I am far from the crack in the wall, I see it, I hear it, I sense it. The crack in the wall is made up of nothing, Yet it makes me feel the most of everything. I am it. Which makes me nothing.
Poetry from Adepoju Timileyin
Before I Was Born the night before I was born cloudy night sent me tons of muse n' caged me on sit the night before I was born my life became the only image my eyelid pledged patriotism the night before I was born nightmare became my company while I'm paranoid by unknown guilt the night before I was born I became friend to my future while my past shallowed tunnel of memory the night before I was born I had this writing as prophecy and for I couldn't wait to write it's end, I'm here to attest the living.