psiberite Poetry (19)

Grey sullen
face of the sky—
from above there’s
an angry barking of
a dog;
pink sheets are
dashing in and out
as fierce shades of
nature’s lust;
arrows of an
unknown God
are pouring the earth;
the earth is wet
as a sacred whisper,
voices in it are drenched
as poems of metaphysics;
the rain has become soft
now, singing a melodious
beatitude.

M—Music
O—Of
N—Necessity
E— Earth’s
Y—Yoke

F—Finding
A—About
M –Mysterious
E—Eccentricity

Dawn opened
Her colored veils—
The sun is echoing
A dream.
The sky is a poetic
Metaphor;clouds
Are melodious lakes—
There, a crater
Is opening—
Lava is pouring crimson—
Bards are gliding
Gently as
Aesthetic sculptures—
I am a poet at heart,
I am a bard of lyric’s
Soul.

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 …

You black poem—
You enchanting mystery—
Saw you with beak open—
Have you tidings for me—
You death’s enigma—
You fed Elijah in the desert—
My thoughts on you—
Focused as a poem—
You bring solitude
To my hazy broken heart—
You are my sunshine in
My darkest winter—
You bring out the
Devil of passion in me—
Let me pour out
Heart’s angst –
Take me to my grave
With hearty mirth.

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.

Darling
dear beloved ...
You are love's
passionate echo....
Let me embrace
you with the
sweet nectar of love....
Let me kiss your lips
with a lover's passion....
I love you so much,
so much as the
night's lovely star ...
You have become
so fond to me.....
Be my beloved
for the rest of my life.

They sky,
A delicious poem
Of colors …
Art’s a spread carpet…
Chirp chirp, tweet, tweet
Goes the bards chorusing…
Morn’s fonts glisten
The sky as aesthetic
Abstracts…
Feelings now
Are a fruit of joy…
She woke me
Up with sweet words
On Skype …
Morn caresses the soul
As a beatitude of music …
A poet tunes to
The music of morn ….
Writing its lullaby
As poetic verses…

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 …..

White ball radiant
With mysteries
Of mystic space…
A memory of love
Emanates from her
Bosom…
She scatters light
Amongst shadows
Pale shadows glistening…
She embraces the
Dark of the sky
As light’s séance
Of a pulchritude …
There’s music on
Her belly …
Veins of eclectic jazz,
I begin my dark ritual
Witches dance in my head
Like Ghosts from
A sunken grave…
A petal on wings
Strays across the lonely
Sky…
She echoes dreams
From a distant past…
Ancestors awake
From graves and
Pour blessings of mirth…
Clouds glisten
With the nectar of light …
Light falls on trees
And fall in pathos of
Solitude ….
I am fading
Into a dream….
A sweet lullaby
Puts me to sleep.

Your book is
Being opened—
I am in rapture of
Its sensuous delicacy…
Your text is a garden
Left in the sanctuary
Of poetic prose;
Yield the letters
Of your meaning to me…
Let me write verses on
Them with mystic adoration.

Full moon,
Hiding behind the
Veils of a dark witch…
Poetry is a spell of
Thought, of art
Playing with
Shadows of a
Sculpture of
A frozen music…
An enigma of
Time rendering
Abstract halos…
Clouds lighted
By the moon
Are witches
Chanting and dancing…
A seer has opened
His scroll ……
Poems are slowly
Making the moon
Disappear …..