Parrots estate to Eden’s Paradiso


Mornings a bemused lullaby
Today’s muse is God itself
Eden Los Angeles Calcutta Brooklyn
He showered his gifts plenty
Mavericks are born out of thorns
He knew he knitted his warm blankets
Precisely a coin folded butchered mastery
Slavery's independence Russia's green flagged
Sadomasochism
No I don’t write about Nations
Politics too costly for God’s sake
Purity is noble
It’s simple
A retreat in God’s ambush
Learn Art if you reached God
A soothing palette
Beyond Borderlines
Learn Art in God’s precious hands
Earth In Eden’s palette. 

June a mid afternoon slush
Whispers of synchronized harmony
A new era 
Flowscape 
Los Angeles's prized possession
The East is exotic
The fresh lime barn
Haiku ridden mosaic scoops
Fallen asleep
Mid day
June an aromatic floor
Flaky sunchildren are asleep
Tip toed motion roars 
June a hummingbird's last escape
Monet's paradise in butterfly case
A new era 
Kindred flames
Droplets
June rain down my sea scape
My portfolios fragrance musks
The amethyst I borrowed from
June my flaky midair day
Rain down on me. 

Celestial

Evening brightness
Slightly dew dropped pearl
My butterfly winged dappled sunlight
Hibiscus rhythms of night vapour
That harbours a mild mellow film
Rainbow trout and opal eyed souls
My bright tea tree holes
Labyrinths of turpentine palaces
Singsong lyrical balance
Yet a bright shimmery dew
Whiter than heavens
Celestial realms
A bright future
Beyond cause and effect
Just celestial.

Lilies

Lilies are simple
Pond-scape of my obituaries
The tilted stage of spring to monsoon
It calms a soothing tornado
Kite ridden lachrymose crystals
The pond-scape is a mirror
Of Leafy coquettish swim
Honeydipped solar gaze 
Perfect for mated leafs 
Lilies are Simple
Monsoon bespoken
It keeps things afloat. 

One Source
By Sayani Mukherjee

Beaches perfumed solidify dissolving
The rainbow mysticism
My soul wraps in multitudes of playfulness
Visionary soft high and low
Deep breathings suppressed
Nuanced unbuttoned shirts 
Marooned Stockinged hearts
Tan holes of sweet delicacy
My strawberry shakes unfolded
Visions mermaids drowning deep breathings
Inhalings are invalid to vision souls? 
Nonchalantly keeping scores aligned
Rains drizzled down my blue nerve weather
Wrecking ball of sweety soury 
The blue uproar crimson bliss 
Husky voice my unbuttoned red 
Cosmography zeal my potion's heavenly muse
Will paint you till deathscape
Duality eyes and one source true drop. 

Bloom

Burning up and down
Like the highest peak can’t be touched down
My dolce et petition
My sweetest devotion
Cracked open
I made my religion break open
Through cracks and bones
Amongst midnights and alleyed bones
Little fragile heart at my doorstep
Visiting my underworld stairway
My heavenly coldness
Crowns in my living room way
The porched open house
Little graffiti artistic pursuit
Of my hotspot on the opened door
Aside from the bottom line
Made my phone book worthy
Like living waters
The transparent ghost
My front porch open window
Burning lilies hanging open
My superbloom my resilient religion.

White Shadows

Keeping a score is a nuanced way 
One two three for every chores
Morning tea sugars milk 
One liquid one pound one gallons
Prefixes and suffixes for everyday
Coming and going
Homeberries holiday retreats winters
For the bride of bridges
Worlds collide upon the lightness
In darkness there's an ocean fold clothes
Embers Ashes evening namesake
A beatitude of quietly elegant muskrose 
Her twopence basket holds nutshell
Little animals of simplicity
Like water like wind takes up spaces around
A knife edged barred silhouette
Mudslides of diamonds and rusty patches
Winters and evenings
Delights keeping the purse open for queue
Questions drop open 
Little girl's snowflakes snowmanship
Crafty simple art
An orange peel melting pot cooking jar 
National anthems parades paraded paths
The evening lights take shape
Oval shaped nights northern ferry 
Cards cares locations inroads insides
Out of suffixes out of prefixes
Keeps borders out 
Beyond the white washed agedead 
Sprung open the Bluebird wind
The white lake fire 
Awakening of the evening light
My fingers into white shadows.