Friday, April 25, 2008

City Musings

By Pratik Chowdhury


Impressions

Your echoing fragrance

windborne

quietly wafts in

with every pore

pulsating

I resonate

into an ensemble of

consciousness.


Dreams

Dreams have a way of sprouting

tender green leaves like

in spring shine time

they rustle down

autumn soft shadows slithering

down branches

in the warm

afterglow of evening sun

in the backyards of my

dreamscape

some lie low

like butterflies

broken bruised and crumpled

making little pools

of shadows…

Ecstasy

In the cool shades

of your aanchal

bedewed petals

shower

desire blossoms

caress my being

as mist kissed

rhododendrons

in eventide

like fireflies at night

I erupt into

a thousand ecstasies.


Evening

An ember glow sun

on the forehead

with bedewed eyes

robed in silky sheets

of mists hesitant

bridal eve

yearns

the embrace of night.

1 comment:

abha said...

These poems are soft, gentle.