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Your lips, like a Gulmor bud, hold a promise so deep, Where a mere touch would make a crimson hue softly seep. All words of beauty,in their presence, fade and start to flee, Lost in the silence of the moment,when I simply gaze at thee. Then you whisper, "Why so quiet, what do you see?" And I plead,"Oh, please don't speak, just let it be. Let me drink this vision in,let my soul quietly adore, Grant me this silent wonder,just a moment more."
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 12:51 AM UTC
Gulmohar!
Beneath the gulmohar tree In flamboyant love A tale of our desires Coloring each other A bright vermillion Under his crimson spread Shaded in blissful haven. Reaching for his branches Clasping, holding Climbing, swinging Chasing, laughing Under a bright shower of scarlet petals Of hearts and heat, of love and life Blooms of a scorching Indian summer. In flames, his vibrant burning crown His canopy, flaunting festive tangerine blossoms Crinkled teasing petals One upright Of quaint innocence in white Splashed with feisty passion's red Celebrating and anticipating In celebration of us, our love Anticipating rain.. As his branches reach high for promising dark clouds. Serenading with the music of the monsoons Moist leaves of the gulmohar glisten With wind and water, in gentle rhythm Raindrops nestle for a moment Before sliding, slipping On damp, satiated earth Strewn bright with scattered orange petals Of the gulmohar Drenched and soaked like us.
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Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
The Gulmohar - of love and of life
already awaiting another summer, in great stillness, to spread out over the pruned grass and mingle with the gentle sway of the flowering gulmohars...
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
gulmohar call
Draped in bridal red Amidst widowed landscapes she stands With her veil swaying gently in the breeze And blossoms tinkling at her feet Fractured light decorates her Revealing rubies hiding in her tresses She brings forth her veil Shading weary scorched souls An oasis Amidst desolate desert sands The forest fire rages Against fate which brought upon us this drought Rekindling hope Of new birth and mercy And rages Until it's time for gentle showers and soothing greens Then tired Sleeps until the end of spring
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
Gulmohar