CLOSER TOWARDS DREAMS OR REALITY

Arushi Mathur- Brbun Illustrations

I opened my eyes to see the morning nestled in heaven
with the sun wearing his prism glasses glancing over at me
The rainbow hinted clouds swam ever so smoothly
over the shoulders of the mountains decked in specks of snow liberally

Ah, I wondered what season was it,
having a frame of snow laden mountains in a hot summer?
I rubbed my eyes to get a proper glimpse
to make sure it wasn’t just a fantasy dream or slumber!

My feet were tickled by the chrysanthemums, lilies and the roses
nudging my toes to quickly go under the cocoon of the greens
Did I reach the gates of the paradise so beautiful
That my soul suddenly desired to scream!

I gathered the mist inside my palms
Pearls of pristine white crystal dews
Cascading along with the chirping birds
A song of peace and tranquility they crooned

I felt an enigmatic rush of divine bliss
As the feeble current of the waters rowed
In a little lake amidst in this heaven of nirvana
Glittered and glowed wearing a majestic silver robe.

I drank a few sips of the nectar-like potion
While the icy wind passed by to its next travel distantly
I sat in the womb of a divine universe
Filled with its unique aura and miraculous simplicity.

In a while, I find few others join me in this retreat
Absorbing the vibes of this land of ethereal sanctuary
They too had come along to experience
The heaven on earth’s pristine glory.

Now, you may sure contemplate and wonder
Was this a dream after all?
Dear friend, these are just my penned words in tribute
But look carefully at that scenic beauty you enjoyed a while ago,
Weren’t you too present there afterall !

P.S- I wrote this poem inspired by a wonderful illustrator- Arushi Mathur- Brbun Illustrations

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Pandorathon- 6-MAY 2020-Alpha and Omega

 I am your alpha and omega

The only one you look forward to

Deny me not with any pretence

For you have no choice

I am your imperial source of joy

Acknowledged sooner or later

I hold your memories on a pedestal

With a mirror, I project every lesson

You confide in me , your unfilled dreams

Many that you manifest hoping it turns true

I am the one to lead you

To path of Life, Death and Beyond

I am Time that you yearn, learn and burn

In pursuit of daily fulfillment

REVERSE

In pursuit of daily fulfillment

I am Time that you yearn, learn and burn

To path of Life, Death and Beyond

I am the one to lead you

Many that you manifest hoping it turns true

You confide in me , your unfilled dreams

With a mirror, I project every lesson

I hold your memories on a pedestal

Acknowledged sooner or later

I am your imperial source of joy

For you have no choice

Deny me not with any pretence

The only one you look forward to

I am your alpha and omega

VERSE- REVERSE   -Write a verse and then reverse it to have the same or different meaning.   Reverse poetry is a poem that can be read forwards one way and have a meaning, but also be read backward and have the same or different meaning. 

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napowrimo- 4 APRIL 2020- dreams

DREAMS
The midnight beckons me to stroll along the street
Tagging along with my accomplice, I walk through the deserted place
The place is familiar yet feels eerily scary
What is the need to confront the twilight at this hour?
 
The veg market that bustles all evening wears a gloomy look,
with few of leftover veggies playing a peek-a-boo from the crates
Only the strange halo of the inverted streetlights follows us
As the cringe darkness with silent tiptoes are the only active souls
 
A frail wind blows our way,
clamping towards the closed shutters of the aligned shops
One flimsy little aluminum roof mutters to himself as we go
Probably we invaded his privacy of peering towards the parlour mirror nearby
 
We reach the bylane and hear some feeble voices frantically trying to call us
Towards a small door adorned  with fine ancient  imprints
They seem to offer us something, though hesitant, our feet lead us to their attic
There are no windows, some strange place where the heat soars at alarming levels
 
We climb up the narrow creaky stairs lending each other support
To find a huge expanse of eternity.
Our vision is turning dull while we are guided to a bench
It doesn’t feel right here ,
the lump in my throat is strangely turning numb and feels hell
 
It has started to turn chilly and my feet are frozen to death
I hear someone enquire about something , but all I can see is a gray hazy fog  in that direction
We seem lost what feels like forever as I do not even know whether my accomplice is besides me or frozen to death
 
A pat on my shoulder jerks me out of reverie, am asked whether I am ready
Ready for some purpose, 
I fail to decipher that even words have lost its trail
I nod in disagreement, but I am given no choice
 
Few hands  carry my recluse body and later drag  me to a distant
‘You entered this dome of your free will and so shall you be redeemed’
The voice whispers ,’it is Nirvana from this world’
And freezing water is poured over my head
 
I shiver and wriggle out my hands, but my veins have been greedily dismantled
The chill of wind slowly stagnates down as my body begins to rot for no one to tell
When I get up from this Dream, I try to recollect that freezing spot
What makes me stumped is in reality, it belongs to an usual  ice- cream outlet !

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Imagination

A random book in your hand
a colour coded named sitting like sand
the seashelled earrings that jingle on your ears
the anchored boat sways near your feet
tiny dewdrops kindle your bare toes
the breeze pass through singing a native song
a siren for the tide branches towards your dreams