Pradsm253 - Hello Poetry

It's midnight; sky a black silky velvet, moon a malignant metal disc, with an ethereal glow; a serenade of heaven's black, support a chorus of stars Ocean waves lap lazily, a dancing hem of a long , flowing gown, a jumbled concoction of grey and blue, glowing like melted platinum, in lasers of moonlight, spilling onto the sand with a loud sigh. I close my eyes, nestling deeper into my deck chair, letting in fresh ocean air into a grateful pair of lungs. It is the same ocean back home-I muse, the same sky, the same moon, the same stars, and yet it's different here, a surreal calm that feels almost godly, I pull the locally bought scratchy kaross, over my body and close my eyes, the haunting lullaby of the waves , the swell and sigh are now distant, as the sleep catches on, under a shimmering moonlit sky.

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Aug 26, 2022

Aug 26, 2022 at 2:04 PM UTC

UNDER THE MOONLIT SKY

It's midnight; sky a black silky velvet, moon a malignant metal disc, with an ethereal glow; a serenade of heaven's black, support a chorus of stars Ocean waves lap lazily, a dancing hem of a long , flowing gown, a jumbled concoction of grey and blue, glowing like melted platinum, in lasers of moonlight, spilling onto the sand with a loud sigh. I close my eyes, nestling deeper into my deck chair, letting in fresh ocean air into a grateful pair of lungs. It is the same ocean back home-I muse, the same sky, the same moon, the same stars, and yet it's different here, a surreal calm that feels almost godly, I pull the locally bought scratchy kaross, over my body and close my eyes, the haunting lullaby of the waves , the swell and sigh are now distant, as the sleep catches on, under a shimmering moonlit sky.

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As if triggered by a button on remote, life **** starts growing into a crescendo humanity swarming like a robot, rhyming with the relentless cacophony Air a strange mix of perfume , sweat and burnt gasoline with a dash of smoke from a nearby factory, torpid clouds in the blue oblivious of the commotion down under parked like boats safely moored in the celestial harbour. And then it is all over in a jiffy as the dark descends. deserted, silent, litter strewn streets manifest under an incandescent crescent moon in all its glory and a thousand stars explode like beacons of hope for lost souls of the world, a homeless urchin in rags meanwhile, crouches defensively, preparing for a likely sleepless night

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May 18, 2022

May 18, 2022 at 4:07 AM UTC

CITY LIFE

As if triggered by a button on remote, life **** starts growing into a crescendo humanity swarming like a robot, rhyming with the relentless cacophony Air a strange mix of perfume , sweat and burnt gasoline with a dash of smoke from a nearby factory, torpid clouds in the blue oblivious of the commotion down under parked like boats safely moored in the celestial harbour. And then it is all over in a jiffy as the dark descends. deserted, silent, litter strewn streets manifest under an incandescent crescent moon in all its glory and a thousand stars explode like beacons of hope for lost souls of the world, a homeless urchin in rags meanwhile, crouches defensively, preparing for a likely sleepless night

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I walk lazily by the sea, over the cushion of a sandy beach, as gentle on the eye as a vintage sepia photograph from my archives, steady warmth emanates from the golden grains I listen to percussion of waves rising and falling with rhythmic ease, buzzing with its dormant strength, crawling gently to the shore, kindling its own symphony, horizon impeccably stitched with a silver line, hemmed to perfection, as if by a loving adept seamstress far away streamers of tapered light, flow through cracks in languorus clouds, a solitary albatross with sleek efficient wings, streaks out towards distant horizon bidding adieu to a departing sun. I settle down on the floury beach, soaking the sun of dusk, breathing in the salty air life is so much like the sea I reflect, sometimes at peace, sometimes a raging storm, so take bad in your stride, dont beat yourself too hard, stay undeterred, undefeated for there is always hope for a better tomorrow. Winter always turns to spring.

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Aug 17, 2021

Aug 17, 2021 at 12:21 PM UTC

BY THE SEA

I walk lazily by the sea, over the cushion of a sandy beach, as gentle on the eye as a vintage sepia photograph from my archives, steady warmth emanates from the golden grains I listen to percussion of waves rising and falling with rhythmic ease, buzzing with its dormant strength, crawling gently to the shore, kindling its own symphony, horizon impeccably stitched with a silver line, hemmed to perfection, as if by a loving adept seamstress far away streamers of tapered light, flow through cracks in languorus clouds, a solitary albatross with sleek efficient wings, streaks out towards distant horizon bidding adieu to a departing sun. I settle down on the floury beach, soaking the sun of dusk, breathing in the salty air life is so much like the sea I reflect, sometimes at peace, sometimes a raging storm, so take bad in your stride, dont beat yourself too hard, stay undeterred, undefeated for there is always hope for a better tomorrow. Winter always turns to spring.

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The forest river in her generous curves shines blue amid leafy greens whispering sweet notes in cascading water strings rustic hues of submerged pebbles more priceless than precious jewels babbling and burbling it dances on chords of sunlight spear down bathing it's surface in white like a thousand diamonds blessed with an inner fire The mountain stands regally in background an imposing presence of sky penetrating majesty brooches of snow cover the lofty peaks a weeping waterfall oozing from a deep **** in the rock face glinting brightly feeding the river the lifeblood of forest I scoop a hand through water and drink my fill leaning back against a rock I close my eyes sweet aroma of forest drifts into my nostrils I reflect on the beauty of it all could heavens be any different I wonder...

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Jul 12, 2021

Jul 12, 2021 at 2:36 AM UTC

HEAVEN OR EARTH

The forest river in her generous curves shines blue amid leafy greens whispering sweet notes in cascading water strings rustic hues of submerged pebbles more priceless than precious jewels babbling and burbling it dances on chords of sunlight spear down bathing it's surface in white like a thousand diamonds blessed with an inner fire The mountain stands regally in background an imposing presence of sky penetrating majesty brooches of snow cover the lofty peaks a weeping waterfall oozing from a deep **** in the rock face glinting brightly feeding the river the lifeblood of forest I scoop a hand through water and drink my fill leaning back against a rock I close my eyes sweet aroma of forest drifts into my nostrils I reflect on the beauty of it all could heavens be any different I wonder...

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Hope is bravery with rationale hope is not some quixotic dream it's the steely will to seek the good, to forge ahead undeterred, seeking the light hope is the starlight that whispers of the sun. it comes riding on a galloping horse reaching out to the horizons of victory it's the pilot light in icy winds it's courage from bravest part of your soul hope is seeing beauty on a dark night, when the inky black sky hugs the stars as a mother to her newborn, hope is the power to see such beauty and reach out to it with a naked heart it's the light that forms a rope and anchors you to the resolve of a better tomorrow Hope is the way you smile the way you pause gathering strength to make a prudent choice to breath and let love guide you it's a belief in yourself it's the way you walk ever confident holding your head a little higher hope is a firm resolve not to give up Hope is an unyielding decision. . .

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Apr 26, 2021

Apr 26, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC

HOPE IS A DECISION

Hope is bravery with rationale hope is not some quixotic dream it's the steely will to seek the good, to forge ahead undeterred, seeking the light hope is the starlight that whispers of the sun. it comes riding on a galloping horse reaching out to the horizons of victory it's the pilot light in icy winds it's courage from bravest part of your soul hope is seeing beauty on a dark night, when the inky black sky hugs the stars as a mother to her newborn, hope is the power to see such beauty and reach out to it with a naked heart it's the light that forms a rope and anchors you to the resolve of a better tomorrow Hope is the way you smile the way you pause gathering strength to make a prudent choice to breath and let love guide you it's a belief in yourself it's the way you walk ever confident holding your head a little higher hope is a firm resolve not to give up Hope is an unyielding decision. . .

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Spring is in the air so is love and hope air warm and welcoming fields a parsley-green happy calves lowing in the fields a carnival of scents linger in the air daisies and edelweiss scatter the meadows feeding happily on strands of light beams from the sky nodding and dancing in appreciation and delight an optimist is the human personification of spring like nature's fight to bring forth new life, new beginning, a new order, spelling death of winter may death and disease be doomed too and bring life to life in 2021 -pradeep

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 2:44 AM UTC

SPRING OF HOPE

Spring is in the air so is love and hope air warm and welcoming fields a parsley-green happy calves lowing in the fields a carnival of scents linger in the air daisies and edelweiss scatter the meadows feeding happily on strands of light beams from the sky nodding and dancing in appreciation and delight an optimist is the human personification of spring like nature's fight to bring forth new life, new beginning, a new order, spelling death of winter may death and disease be doomed too and bring life to life in 2021 -pradeep

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He sits alone in confines of four walls as melancholic silence descends barring the crackling sound of fireplace offering some solace on a dark cold night incessant bouts of unforgiving pain linger tears blur the vision cleansing his cheeks barely pausing at wrinkles streaming into his mouth so he could taste his own pain and sorrow she left a week ago consumed by covid leaving behind sadness like death by a thousand paper cuts... hope is seeing light despite darkness she whispers though life has fated we never cross paths again I will never let you face this world alone this bond of life and death is unbreakable .

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Dec 9, 2020

Dec 9, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC

REUNITED

He sits alone in confines of four walls as melancholic silence descends barring the crackling sound of fireplace offering some solace on a dark cold night incessant bouts of unforgiving pain linger tears blur the vision cleansing his cheeks barely pausing at wrinkles streaming into his mouth so he could taste his own pain and sorrow she left a week ago consumed by covid leaving behind sadness like death by a thousand paper cuts... hope is seeing light despite darkness she whispers though life has fated we never cross paths again I will never let you face this world alone this bond of life and death is unbreakable .

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Sprigs and Spurs from pines and plants freshly scented by the almighty sway over my head as I intrude into a different land a different world not the one I have known all along squirrels run up and down trees measuring them up chattering hopping randomly on gentle giants upon ground lie the dead fallen in storms long ago twisted like driftwood, in random patterns like seaside waves; yet not forgotten. elegant and serene in death protected by an umbrella of greens praying in whispers for departed souls it's a world of creatures as varied as chalk and cheese the flora and fauna in complete harmony wildflowers and fallen leaves crunch beneath my bare feet I breathe the forest air and close my eyes it's a feeling of being truly alive under nascent rays of the sun that creep through trees gentle and soft on the skin create calming variegated impressions on the ground I trudge along taking in fragrance of minty grass pampering my lungs and wonder why can't my world be as this why can't we learn to live in rhythm be at peace unify in diversity -pradeep

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Nov 27, 2020

Nov 27, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC

A DIFFERENT WORLD

Sprigs and Spurs from pines and plants freshly scented by the almighty sway over my head as I intrude into a different land a different world not the one I have known all along squirrels run up and down trees measuring them up chattering hopping randomly on gentle giants upon ground lie the dead fallen in storms long ago twisted like driftwood, in random patterns like seaside waves; yet not forgotten. elegant and serene in death protected by an umbrella of greens praying in whispers for departed souls it's a world of creatures as varied as chalk and cheese the flora and fauna in complete harmony wildflowers and fallen leaves crunch beneath my bare feet I breathe the forest air and close my eyes it's a feeling of being truly alive under nascent rays of the sun that creep through trees gentle and soft on the skin create calming variegated impressions on the ground I trudge along taking in fragrance of minty grass pampering my lungs and wonder why can't my world be as this why can't we learn to live in rhythm be at peace unify in diversity -pradeep

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Petrichor in moist air quenched soil, wet asphalt rain soaked trees and flower beds ethereal humidity subtle haze in patches contrasted by a slice of sun occasionally peeping through shrouds of vagrant greyish white clouds floating lazily in a labyrinth against a deep blue sky beaming moving images of light and shade on the ground like projector of a cinema screen conspiring to reassemble for another bout of rain On the distant horizon emerges in all its glory and sparkle resting royally on billions of suspended water drops pretty frame of a rainbow encompassing the landscape nature in its prime and sublime I sit sipping a cup of tea against the window hoping and wishing maybe some day sins of humans the hatred, the caste divide, the racism would be washed away too and buried deep into the damp soil after the rain. Maybe some day.. ..

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Jul 27, 2020

Jul 27, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC

AFTER THE RAIN

Petrichor in moist air quenched soil, wet asphalt rain soaked trees and flower beds ethereal humidity subtle haze in patches contrasted by a slice of sun occasionally peeping through shrouds of vagrant greyish white clouds floating lazily in a labyrinth against a deep blue sky beaming moving images of light and shade on the ground like projector of a cinema screen conspiring to reassemble for another bout of rain On the distant horizon emerges in all its glory and sparkle resting royally on billions of suspended water drops pretty frame of a rainbow encompassing the landscape nature in its prime and sublime I sit sipping a cup of tea against the window hoping and wishing maybe some day sins of humans the hatred, the caste divide, the racism would be washed away too and buried deep into the damp soil after the rain. Maybe some day.. ..

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