"sprightliness" poems
While they noticed the stretch of kohl in her eyes,
I could see a pacific of emotions trapped.
While they admired her blushing cheeks,
I could read the paleness she painted red.
While they were going gaga over her smirk,
I could fathom the depth of pain that debarred a hearty gale.
While they were lured by the cascade of her hair when she unscrewed the bun,
I could feel the onus of the tantrums she wanted to turf out.
While they were hypnotized by her mesmeric curves,
I was stunned by the withstanding efficacy of such a fragile body.
While they adored her attire and scarves,
I could trace the bruises she carried with poise.
While they were hung up by the glory of her face,
I could do no help but ride out at the scars she concealed with sprightliness which was the most beautiful thing my eyes could ever have a view of and it left me dazed...
And my mouth wide opened.
-Aparajita Tripathi
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
It's the Spring.
Earth has conceived, and her *****
Teeming with summer, is glad.
Vistas of change and adventure,
Thro' the green land
The grey roads go beckoning and winding,
Peopled with wains, and melodious
With harness-bells jangling:
Jangling and twangling rough rhythms
To the slow march of the stately, great horses
Whistled and shouted along.
White fleets of cloud,
Argosies heavy with fruitfulness,
Sail the blue peacefully. Green flame the hedgerows.
Blackbirds are bugling, and white in wet winds
Sway the tall poplars.
Pageants of colour and fragrance,
Pass the sweet meadows, and viewless
Walks the mild spirit of May,
Visibly blessing the world.
O, the brilliance of blossoming orchards!
O, the savour and thrill of the woods,
When their leafage is stirred
By the flight of the Angel of Rain!
Loud lows the steer; in the fallows
Rooks are alert; and the brooks
Gurgle and ****** and trill. Thro' the gloamings,
Under the rare, shy stars,
Boy and girl wander,
Dreaming in darkness and dew.
It's the Spring.
A sprightliness feeble and squalid
Wakes in the ward, and I sicken,
Impotent, winter at heart.
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I lack enthusiasm
sincerity
honesty
generosity
and impartiality
I like sleeping all day
and being up all night
getting drunk
kissing strangers
and getting a take away on the way home
I wish I had the qualities
that you possessed
like confidence
sprightliness
and the ability to get dressed
I feel a thousand pains
all pouring down the same drain
cold
aloof
and vain
Take me to another place
where I don't annihilate
my brain
my body
and my face
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 8:28 PM UTC
"Days without you are torturing, nights without you are grievous.
I look for the comfort that I used to find in your lap. Where will I get you mumma? Where?", a scream lashed in despair echoed.
"I'll be the gallop to **** the dormant twilight,
I'll be the golden rays to snog your sleepy eyes,
I'll be the stretch of vitality,
I'll be the aroma of your morning coffee,
I'll be the shower of sprightliness to drench you with new zeal,
I'll be the savour of your breakfast and joy of a full square meal,
I'll be your steps towards glory,
I'll be the sigh after your every failed story,
I'll be the hop of excitement,
Acquainting a flunk, I'll be the screech of your lament,
I'll be the bliss you find seeing the sun going down,
I'll be in the sloth dispelling plangent words of azan,
I'll be the spectator of your big bright smile,
I'll be the witness to the every tear you wipe,
Never in your life you're alone,
Be it your hearty gale or saddening mourn,
Walking by you like your shadow,
Even beyond the eternity I'll follow", whispered her mother. :')
-Aparajita Tripathi
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
He gives me relentless serenity
Being in his proximity, in the streams
Of his benevolence, my earthbound king
Overflowing with soul, extremely
Exhilarating rhythm, a sultry, smoky voice
Exuding appeal and poetic romance
He tastes like milky magnetic vowels
Sliding sensually on my tongue
Down the deep and picturesque rivers
Of my throat, a broad, crystal city
Of marvelous, ambrosial dreams
Golden affection rising in the redolent
Sun-kissed fields, green, good-looking trees
Bound in devotedness like everlasting lovers
I think of us snuggling and loving
On a lofty and towering mountain
Stroking every ardent surface
Of his iridescent and leathery skin
Like the leaves of the most lovable lily
My fingers moving gradually
On his wondrously muscular arms
His wide, strong chest, his shellproof abs
As we gaze at the southern nighttime countryside
So lost in the endless sprightliness encircling us
The wind whistling like a white-throated sparrow
The suave, appealing melody of the ever bright
And blue seas speaking exquisitely sweet to our systems
As we drown into the drawing power of each other
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 9:00 PM UTC