"sunray" poems
if ever there were
gods or goddesses of desert
of the drylands
of parched earth some call home
they would be surprised to learn
of the miracle of
this Spring deluge
unfurling forth
from deep within
the crusty dermis
of this sublunar territory:
hydrangea and ***** apple flower,
intermingling their hues
of mauve and lilacs,
as well as the color of sky
blooms of the succulents
popping open
in celebratory dance
in wild fuschia
sunray butter:
a dazzling botanic trance
hollyhocks of magenta,
veils of bougainvellia, too
sweetpea clusters
curling in the trellis
weaving heavy-scented magic
through and through
a private orchard of lemon tree, and apple
olive and pistachio grove
One would not guess
the endless giving
of this desert treasure trove
And I feel like a goddess
of mythology softly spun
like Demeter, or Ceres
ancient Egyptian Renenutet
my hands spread out
in the licks of gentle sun
for as spring pours forth its honey
all through this barren land
I , too reawake
and flush out all the infected,
dust-scratched sand
I welcome in
the waters of abundance,
of love, of light under stars
let new energy wash out
old poisons
my radiance spilling far
Reaching out unto the Universe,
cradling this heart
I cup the buds of blooms,
of nectar
to inseminate my dark
allowing me
to release the past
and seed within me, lit
the atoms
of new
start
unfolding bit
by tender
bit
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Happy is the sunray,
That lightens up the break of day,
Happily it will shine;
Sunray so kind!
They are always so pretty,
Especially when they smile at you and me,
As they dance in the meadow;
And sometimes even on the snow.
Sunrays are here to make you glad,
To cheer you up when you feel sad,
Sunrays forever love to dance;
As they smile at you in a trance.
For they are in their own world,
Where no one ever exchanges a cross word,
Where everything is peace and harmony;
And where everything's tranquil and happy.
~Marian~
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
*A desert between us?
Only in your dreams.
Your longing?
Reciprocal, it seems.
Your heart ache?
Nothing compared to mine.
My promises?
Rare and always held.
Your smile?
Bright sunray
Throughout my day.
Your heart beats?
My earthquakes.
Your verses,
Daily narcotics.
My horizon?
Just to love you,
On and on.*
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
I just love the sunray,
To brighten everyday!
I love it! Don't you
When sunshine fills the sky of blue?
I always love to it see,
As it is always a treasure for me,
When the sun hits against the trees;
And looks as if it's burning the leaves.
We always need sunshine,
Along with Jesus to fill our heart, soul, and mind,
Without God;
We're just a piece of sod.
When Jesus cleans our hearts all through,
It's only then that we'll feel happy instead of blue,
He's the Only One Who makes us glad;
Instead of always being sad!
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC
Deeper than love, deeper than me
deeper and deeper and deeper she pleads
maybe too deep that I think she's a freak
maybe too deep in the deep-end again
so deep, this time, I come across her weak
hold her close
feel her breathe
chest rise, and rise collapse
at my feet, eclipsed
in her eyes they rinse and hang me
so short lived, I wish
she could still be, I wish she believed
the same wind shaking trees
chopping waves, cools the sea, shifting clouds
til sunray-bounce off your melanin hip
- mountain range in you, snow-capped
dissolving into sea salt-spray
perfume on Cloth
grapes under foot.
I can never confuse one season for her.
-b mafika
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
The grass was clear in the moist of the ruins moat
Twas dawn and all this hike, not even a city I could sight
The plains were sheer as the white satin coat I've seen
Clash, a clustering view from mountains down to hills
Shaking knees as I rise to pick up my bed of sheets
Then the breeze swept as I shivered to its grasping chills
Distant peeks; unbridled stallions are troubled free
The sunray spots the verge and brightens the darkest end
At lost in the moment, a nature's sage of imagery blends
A brown wren swiftly glides upon to rest at my tent
In the midst of the day like rain in June and blooms of May
Swans, Geese and white petals dancing to a bluish bay
Solitary to be, but with the rivers overflowing symphonies
We'd sing hymns to delight in an afternoon galore
A steadfast rhythm clinging as I walk with God alone
Euphoric army of billows cascading, a purple-orange scene
As I idle in the view of fields depicting a justful liberty
To smile and remember someone cared with all is please
Singing crickets and fireflies we're all a friend of mine
At eve I rolled endlessly, frolicking at the midnight meadow
Casting joys and crowns as the moon beams a silver line
To the hinterlands, life's a breeze and everybody twas at ease
An escapade I was wanting to get lost from life's reality
Meeting pauper's, gazing wonders, then we'd all fall asleep
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
My snowball-like puppy barks like a bird,
Whenever that sparrow enters my window
Like a sudden sunray of winter.
She perches on a luminous spot
To sing him the sweetness of nature, that
She composed when dawn kissed her feathers.
He rhythmically stirs air with his thin white tail,
And concentrates hard on imitating
The morning song of little sparrow.
Days walk like this on my room
Resonating with their twittering symphony.
Now I think, maybe it's not only a music lesson
But a chapter of learning the secrecy of flying.
'Cause yesterday afternoon I dreamt,
My puppy flew out of the open window
With his two new glittering wings of sparrow,
Singing the brightest song of freedom.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
Peacocks dance and trees sway,
to the sweet songs of the birds that briskly fly away,
Wood's speckled with the golden , summer blooms.
fresh green carpets take away the glooms.
Reminiscing in the beauty of the pure water streams,
Nature is at play creating picturesque dreams.
Sweet Nector on the dew dropped poppies,
buzz of the bee's,
the charm of the humming birds nesting in style .
Oh! Nature is at play all the while.
Sunray's penetrating through dark clouds,
Colourful little birdies, chirpy, synchronised , repetative and aloud .
Crispy mornings under clear blue skies, nature is at play as the time flies.
Basking in the beauty of God's creations,
a life full of positive aspirations,
Lo ! behold ! Do we notice the nature's beauty , as we go in life performing our duty ?
Take a pause!
remember your purpose and cause.
Breathe in the fresh air,
Admire the surroundings,
Sit back ,relax and smile,
as nature is at play all the while.
© Mrunalini .D. Nimbalkar
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC
But she’s my north and south and
east and west.
She’s that first spring day,
and last autumn night.
She’s sunset,
and dawn.
She’s the cool rain in a hot summer day,
and a warm sunray in the coldest winter morning.
She’s the petrichor and the breeze of the sea.
She’s the biggest expression of love.
She’s herself.
But again.
She’s not mine.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
The Maiden Maddalena turned her child's face down
And shook out, unfurled like so many a herald's banner,
Her rapids of sunray'd scarlet-gold hair,
And with the frantic stretch of a marionette,
She let the white flesh of her arms extend
And let the shimmering sunrays spill into a glass.
Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
There’s beauty in June
THERE IS BEUTY IN JUNE
Sparkly! its June in summer.
The leaves are bright and daze
The trees are ripe, and the Flowers are blooming with chaos
Swiftness is Dashing in the air. the sky is **** with bronze.
The Delights of sunray’s, The taste of Sage.
The woods are Timeless with Venus and Splendor.
The Clouds are Crunchy sizzling with navy and Dew.
The scenery is refreshing, and vineyards are dripping with oats
The Merry of Fowls Swaying towards the east
The respiration of haze to luminous day.
Surely there is Beauty in June
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
Stone Love : A Building Named ‘Linearity’.
Unobserved I lay my hand on your limestone wall and feel the rough surface as my fingertips touch the stone slabs and junctures of your construction…
Gently pressing my cheek against your sunlight- warmed, stony skin.
Veiled in concealment, just you and me, right here….
Being with you, so near to me…
No one else but you and me.
In this very special love affair we share together.
Your comforting presence, so mild and so compassionate….
Gazing at the elegance of your architecture with its majestic interplay of razorsharp outline patterns in a merciless contrast with the soft spindrift twilight clouds in all serenity above us….and I feel so protected….
Staring at your powerful black silhouette as it rises up into the sundown skies….
Mesmerized by the grace of golden sunray reflections stunningly glistening, dazzlingly shimmering in your numerous windowpanes as the sun sets unhurriedly, while the mauve, lavender and scarlet clouds make the perfect composition for our undetected wonderful moment….
Oh, ‘Linearity’,…
Your stone wall feels so warm when I think about the coldness of people.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 7:09 PM UTC
This is the day,
It's time for me to say,
"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!"
And I hope it will be special in everyway!
There's cake and ice-cream too,
For a Dad who's kind, loyal, and true,
So this is without doubt the day,
For me to say,
"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!"
Because you're the brightest sunray!
~Marian~
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
These tan lines remind me of
a time when I was truley happy.
Not long ago
I was with you.
My sunray - the only one
that I don't despise,
could never block out.
These tan lines remind me of
you and I.
Misplaced.
A bit uneven.
But they will stay there
as long as my sun ray
continues to shine.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
Because my mom once said,
Life is a journey
And it won’t be that sturdy.
Crawl like a creeper
Or dance like a tapper,
It would let you decide
But still will push you over the tide.
There will be a day
It will hold you back,
Fight the tears
Dread the day
There is a light in you
Don’t see others fly away,
You are there to fight the grey.
Those who’ll go out of your sight
Could not make your home bright,
Don’t count on people
They are not for you,
Look up to those stars
That’s where you can hide your scars.
There will be days
When all you’ll sense would be darkness,
Don’t forget to look through it
Colors will be waiting
To fill your emptiness.
Feel the breeze
Open your arms,
Drink the rain,
Love the wind,
Let the smell of the flowers
Cover you,
Let the music of the birds
Be your language,
All you will learn is to smile
Because all days won’t be alike.
Because my mom once said,
Promises are like rivers
They don’t have any shape,
They begin from an end
And those ends seldom meet.
Don’t wait for any soul
Winds are born to be blown,
What they take
And what they leave
Is another story
Little told and so untold.
There will be days
When you’ll get tired
You’ll crave for love
You’ll wait for someone to hold you,
Breathe and begin again
Because some cries go in vain.
It won’t warn you before the fire
Not even when you will be half burnt.
It won’t collect the ashes
But that end
It will go in your name.
Because my mom once said,
Life is like a game.
You’ll never win
But you won’t mind losing in the end,
This loss would bear what you are
Like a mirror to your sabotage.
It won’t flow with happiness
You’ll be the struggler
And you’ll have to be the believer.
Because those who don’t believe
Throughout they bleed.
Even when you don’t find the reasons
Remember, autumn is also a season.
Beauty is not in fulfillment
It’s in half said quotes
Musical notes
Unsung melodies
Quite soliloquies.
Happiness is not in the balloon that flies high
It’s in the wings of those nestlings
Who so adamantly try,
It is not in victories
But joyful histories
Curious mysteries
Unexplained madness
Self created sadness.
Because my mom once said
This life is your creation
A battle without destination.
Catch all the butterflies
Live all your cries
Rise like someone will catch you,
Fall like someone will push you.
Because one day you’ll start this journey
All over again
Not because this won’t be enough
Enough is never the word
It’s always more and even more
But because you’ll once again become my sword
And I’ll not hold you ever
I’ll let you sway.
Because my mom once said,
I am born the brightest sunray
Life is just a child’s play.
-Prachi Bhardwaj
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
Twisting thoughts into tunnels
Bending memories into mimes
It’s been quite a while
Since the last time I rhymed.
It was in this ancient diary
I found from days of old
Where I dreamt about my dreams
Weaving secrets into gold
Here I wrote of the dying sun
And the afterlife of moons
I tried to rhyme starry-eyed stars
With dusty afternoons
Meter keys are rusty now
Free verse scoffs at these lines
Because it’s been quite a while
Since I tried to rhyme a rhyme.
Remember boundless possibility?
The certainty that life would be
A blade of grass, an open field
A panoramic view of destiny
This wanderlust, like sunray dust
Shines through every cursive line
Between college essays and status updates
I lost that old, elusive rhyme.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 12:41 PM UTC
paper-thin walls
for
composed of needles &
egg-shells
and in the middle of it all
gravity is its own
different creature
obscure
and ominous
with more weight
weighing
than usual
&more; so
demanding of attention
though so quick to
stay entirely intangible
the sweet scent
of weightless futures ahead
-although possible, not certain-
whisp in through the rips
where windows would be
suspended within a sunray
taunting the senses
this isn't a prison
it's a home
but one can't help but feel trapped
when everything ever known
feels so forcibly shown
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
You're the first thing I see at light of first day,
I see nothing but your beauty and glory,
You always light up the morning with your sunray;
I always love in the morning to you see!
You are always are there,
At dusk and at dawn,
When God paints a watercolor in the air;
You're always there waiting planted on my lawn.
Colours bright and blue,
Colours full of delight,
I always admire you;
Your colours brighten up the dark night.
Morning Glory, soft and sweet,
Growing in my lawn,
Always happily blooming at my feet;
I love seeing you at dusk and dawn.
~Marian~
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
you are to me as yellow was to van gogh.
but then again,
yellow was the color
of the july sunsets we missed
when we were puppeteering
the glitches in our words.
it was the color of autumn —
its night, when we first made out
and left permanent scratches
on the hood of your daddy's car,
its leaves - a deep feuille morte;
detached,
detached,
detached.
like the scent of my hair from yours.
it was the color
of the light —
back when we lived
for early morning kisses
on coffee-stained tables,
when the world was still asleep.
it was the color of the first sunray
that crept through my blinds
after two days of raining —
darling, that was day 4
after you left.
it was the color of the rose petals —
a mess on the floor
as we listened to a bulk
of lonely playlists —
love, it would take corrosive agents
to dismantle the songs —
and probably the memories too,
that unlike you,
refuse
to leave.
but then,
you are to me as yellow was to van gogh.
but then,
it was under the bouts of madness
that he ate the paint,
thinking that happiness could be ingested.
and darling you are to me as yellow was to van gogh.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
I have a dear friend
her name is Kripi
I really love her
she is a dear friend
and sis of mine
I love her bunches
she is life's sun ray
to brighten up those
that need sunshine
she is a sweet lovely friend
and I love her
if you haven't got a friend
be Kripi's friend
she's one of the best
and she's my fairy friend
I think a lot of her
and she thinks a lot
of me too
she's life's sunray
her name is
Kripi Mehra
~Marian~
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
Among my thoughts and woes
I’m the only one that knows,
From your silky hair
To your pretty toes,
You are the most
Beautiful rose,
Amidst a field
Full of butterweeds
I’m broken down on my knees
But no one can hear my pleas,
Might as well be
Screaming overseas,
Like a ship lost
At the edge of the bay,
You like a lighthouse
Show me the way,
I await you in the morn
Like the first sunray,
Thank you for being you
You make my day...
© okpoet
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
Shine through the glass
Like shines the wobbly sunray
It can penetrate the mirror
In an easy way.
Form the magic spectrum
Of those visible colours
Like forms the clear diamond
When sun has kissed
Its sides with honour.
Fall down like a tender snowflake
So that your Lover
Can catch you and hold
But stay, do not melt away, do not fade
So you do not regret the beautiful dream
Once you are awake.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
I am dancing with the darkness,
I am flirting near the fringe,
I am swimming through the outskirts,
I am wading on the rim.
The reflection of my perspective is no longer recognized
By the less traveled sparkled stares, which happily float on by.
The peripherals of my mind are growing
Further and further in,
Wandering with broken gaze
My scope is turning dim.
With the darkness the ground is shifting
As I’m drifting through my mind.
The seasons change the more I’m seasoned
By reflections that graze my eyes;
Of broken scales, false fairy tales and smiles used for disguise.
While it's true it's - as the say - darkest before it’s light,
It still holds true
The opposite ensues
As bright-eyed sunsets sink into the night.
An occasional step, while slippery yet
Can bring to consideration:
That my darkened truth may yet be false...
... But I keep my hesitation
Because truer till is the fiction still that lingers in the sun;
Of droned routines, petty cravings, and gains ill-willfully-won.
These basking sun-tanners wouldn’t dare to enter
Where this jagged path tears my feet,
Making broken bones on shadowed stones
And a hopeful soul deceived.
The hope encased
Is slowly replaced
With new levels, planes;
Profundity of pain
And ever eroding faith.
My setting sun
Is nearly gone
While darkness takes its place.
The nights seem so much longer drifting
Into deeper dimensions, I muster.
Exploring further, I forge freshly charted paths
Discovering new tangential ways to suffer.
And all these feelings must be true, if truth lay in the mind
These dim lit paths are real to me, however seemingly blind
So still I wander through the night,
Rootless, lost, in pain,
Desperate for the smallest glimmer
That I might happen to obtain;
While shifting free
Through the scattered trees
Landing on the ground,
I sometimes stay
To catch these rays
Basking warmly on the stone....
.... But all this remains ephemeral,
As the sunray travels on.
So alone, again I tumble,
Lost and aimless,
Through the depths,
With broken heart,
Broken bones,
And a seemingly broken lens.
But perhaps... it’s YOU who play,
Lost and aimless,
in the luminous light of day.
For when all’s said and done,
After the shifting sun,
Retracts its comforting rays...
...Beyond that light...
...It is the night...
That ever will remain...
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 2:27 AM UTC
I spread my wares and wait.
From morn till night
Longing that you would turn up
Love what I show and get it.
The shadows lengthen
The moon rises with the nightjar
The shadows close on me
I sulk in despair.
I am back with the first light
With renewed submission
Longing that you would turn up
Love what I show and get it.
The day spreads wings and departs
Fly away heart's dead embers
I embrace the loneliness.
Once again I cry in pain.
Thus I wait eons for you
That one day you would turn up
Love and get what I have to offer
Never knowing that you were there everyday
Holding me through the night
coming back with sunray!
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC
I never understand.
You're a whirligig, spinning this way and that
on the whim of a breeze or a sunray with me
trailing behind
a demented kite catching the flak
picking up the slack while you fly
free
libertad por siempre
at all Costs
come Hellorhighwater
not for you to pick up the flakslack
leave it to your kite demented
I never understand.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC