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Rohan 5d
As she lay 'neath the pine
And by the boulder's shade
And the jaded bow by her side
And by her Hunter's blade
She heard a roar on far a Mount
That jeered the mighty Lords
A roar in which pride abound
And bitter as the swords
'Twas the roar of Orion
The hunter of the east
As proud as a majestic Lion
Who vowed to slay all beasts
"I'm the mightiest slayer
no beast can survive
None world can e'er bear
a slayer mightier than I
Or a beast of harder bone
that my club cannot crack
Or an armour wisely honed
to withstand my skillful knack "
Her face flushed like rose
As she gazed upon his form
Her moonlit figure quivered
As his torso shone like bronze
Her heart bloomed with tender love
For Orion she was moved
And loved him deeply inside now
Despite his uncouth.
A ravaging fury befell on earth
As Scorpius arose from a cloud of heath
Like a fire bursting from a hearth
Of a furnace burning 'neath
And a battle begun witnessed by Gods
That shook Earth and Horizon
As steel talons of the Scorpius
Met the club of Orion
There was crashing and pounding
In void of oak and pine and ferns
There was not a shriek and sounding
Of the beasts in caverns.
As Orion gust into the claws
And the Iron armour broke
Clubbed Scorpius into the jaws
As with all his might he stroke.
She heeded the duel from behind
A distant rock in ferns
Caught the eye of Orion's mind
Diverted to discern
And Scorpius plunged into the chest
Of Orion, his venomous blade
That stole Orion's very breath
And lifeless there he lay .
She held him in her *****
For her lost love she grieved
Though her love could ne'er blossom
Yet divine 'twas in brief
The denouement of Orion's o'er pride
And HER love, is scripted in heaven's dome
As an epoch in the darkest night
In paradigm of undiminished love


© Rohan G.
This is a poem I had written about 10 yrs ago. I hope you like it.
Rohan Mar 27
The day I decided to take the reins
Of my horses in my hands
Was the day I beheld a new dawn
The day I decided to take the reins
Of my horses in my hands
Was the day I breathed new air
It crashed before on concrete rocks
And smashed itself in waves
It broke and burst and bore the load
Of unknown unfriendly hands
My horses knew not the way
They trampled every blossom
Their hooves felt bitter taste
Of their blood on needle thorns
And yet through sorrow and pain
They galloped through scorching sands
Aimless ambitionless wearied and torn
With unknown unfriendly hands.
Several were they, too many to count
Like black Spirits in the dark
They knew not where they led me
Yet they all were all around.
I fell from the chariot a few times
Hurt and ***** in the soil
And there I saw my own faces
Many they were, of many colors
One to please, one to mock, one to love, one to toil, one to love and one to hate, one to sing my own new song and one to falsely sing and one to falsely dance
And yet I thought I had one face, one color on my skin
What land have I been moving on
Quagmires and false terrains
What roads have I been treading on
What roads I tread within .
The faces have vanished and the hands are gone
Of the ones who took the reins
My horses are mine and the reins are mine
I need not unfriendly hands
I breathe new breeze and and feel new air
I see the golden Dawn
  Mar 2017 Rohan
Nishu Mathur
There's spring and there's summer, there's all that's in between
no listless skies of anodyne; now nature flaunts and preens

What beauty fills the hungry eye 'neath a sky of blue, serene
verdant vales soaked in sun, awash in palettes of green

There are pastels that awaken and deep shades that passion brews
created hues that trickle...sprinkled with 'chartreuse'

There's the green of 'asparagus' and that of 'artichokes'
Of 'forest', 'ferns' , of 'moss', a brush of different strokes

Fragrant plants of 'mint', then 'myrtle' and 'green tea'
'Emerald', 'jade' or 'harlequin' and 'malachites' that be

Off creamy shells, just 'pistachio', 'green apples', then of 'pines'
It lies too in 'sap' and 'teal', in 'avocados' and tangy 'lime'

There's green of the 'mantis', in 'jungle', 'hunters' and 'shamrock'
The lithe 'parakeet' fluttering and the lazy sanguine 'croc'

In blessed 'basil', ' pickle', in 'pear', 'olives' in 'bottle green'
'Gourds' and 'peas' that farmers grow in cultivars pristine

'Tis there in 'aqua' and 'seaweed', in the ripple of 'sea green' waves
In 'turtles', 'sea foam', 'anemone' and a 'tropical glistening lake'

From 'laurel green' to an 'army green' , in 'sage' ( a shade of grey )
The color of 'grass' , the murky 'swamp' , hues in array

There's 'neon' and an 'Indian green', a 'Persian' one to mystify
A 'midnight green' to bright 'fluorescent', oh, for green rainbows in the eye
  Feb 2017 Rohan
Gidgette
I watch the sun dance,
Everyday that it cares to shine,
On the lake
Every time the wind bothers to blow a kiss to the earth
That sun sways to dazzle
Though the sun, and the moon
Show off, and dance, for the water they both so love
The water always kisses the shore
And the uncaring land,
Cares no more, than to push the waving lips of the water
Away
Perhaps a bad title.

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