Dusk

Robes of God
Now scattering
Orange and purple hues…
Light fondly playing
Shadows on the wall….
Trees are littered
With the effulgence
Of an aura….
Time is floating
On wings splaying
A nostalgic opera ….
Dusk, my dreams
Are floating feathers…

 

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Memoirs

Dusk
The splendor of the sky dazzled as an ornament. The sky, a golden furnace, robes of orange, mystic flames of purple all serenaded me like a catharsis. Angels on wings danced in the pulchritude of delight. Time has become a frozen dream of music. Evening is a tranquil lullaby, a poetic sonata of love. I watch the sun go into its hive. Dark has become a mourning night.

Dream
Had a strange dream—in this dream, a black cat was hissing at me; it was only a kitten. Looked at dream interpretations and it said: ‘I am afraid of my own intuition’. I am not fully convinced by the interpretation.

Illuminati
I joined the fraternity of the Illuminati today. Feel happy as a new born flower.

Dusk

Dusk’s a floating
Opera …
Orange hues
Are soaked petals
And linger as a
Painter scattering
A hazy abstract…
Time’s a music
Of mediation…
I am fond of
Nature …
It’s a metaphor
Of solitude…
My lover for her
Awakens like a dove…
Would have loved
An evening with her…
Love echoes the
Evening as a poem …

Dusk

Evening sky—
Stained glass—
Like a pale dream—
Poetry waltzes
On wings as
Ballet dancers—
Sky opened to me
Like a body of a woman—
My thoughts are
Veiled with the
Colors of the sky—
I dream of Bali—
I dream of her love—
Want to be nourished—
Clouds part as a guitar—
There now, a fierce
Dragon is spitting fire—
The sky a song of music
To me now.

Dusk

The sky’s lit oranges …
Birds float in the sky
As a romantic poem…
Clouds are a jazz
Of Abstract sculpture …
The aroma of dusk
Lingers as colorful light…
Sweet breeze kisses
My cheeks like
Buddha in mediation…
The sky is breaking
Into streams, valleys
And hills…
I am floating in
A dream ….
My eyes melt with
Joy ….
I am sedated in art…
Sunset, an ode
To a joyful music…
Lyrics of the sky
Live in the textures of
Love …..

Dusk

Evening’s
Painted colors…
The canvas is
A rich texture
Of music…
There gleams gold,
Like a bride’s ornament…
Purple is settling in
Like a mystic
Seer’s robe…
Pink’s a sculpture,
An abstract of
Picturesque doodles…
Evening’s is poetry
Of the sky….
Now fading into
A dark dream.