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My soul is restless
I am seeking for my LOVERz
My BelovedZ
My eyes are tired
I'm unable to sleep in the nightz
My breathe is shallow
There is not enough oxygen in my lungs

In the dampness of your rain
I rub your LOVE-oil on my skin

In the dryness of the desert sun
I see LOVE-mirage as your oasis

In the cool breeze
I smell your body fragrance

In the soft touch of flower petals
I sleep within your LOVE dreamz

I search star and rainbow-ends
With every thing I encounter

I know, I know...
I will find you somewhere
In the vibgyor of your rainbow
In the leaf under the flower
In the dust that flies the dunes
In the streams that flows to the ocean
In the thorns that crowns my skull
In the snow clouds over my head
In the birds and bees
In the nails on my palm

I know before the sun-sets
YOU will find me and
Come running to me
To rest under my cross
To touch my torn robe

In the meantime...
I listen to the music of the waves
The ocean's colors - blue to green
I fill the seas with tears
Have you felt my blood tied
Reached your feet yet?

I feel the fire in the sun
The red, yellow and orange horizons
Yet YOU paint the sky blue
Have you seen the golden glow
Of my burning heart under your setting sun?

I add my tears to the dunes
I add my tears to the winds
I add my tears in the fire
I add my tears in the blood
When I send you all this
Can you pour a little LOVE
In the union of our existence?

I can feel you every where
I can see you in every place
But I can't touch you

I roll down the valley
Into the pit of fire

Before my soul burns the world
Why don't you come
And meet me my LOVE?
Touch me, hold me, hug me
Wish me...




I wait
POETRY AND ITS IMPACT ON HUMANITY

Today the word poetry evokes images of love and sentimentality, but the term romanticism has a much wider meaning. It covers a choice of developments in art, literature, music, dance and philosophy, spanning the late 20 th and early 21 st centuries.

The romantics would not have used the term themselves and the label was applied retrospectively, from around the middle of the 20 th century. Man was born free in this virtual environment of real life but, everywhere he is in chains. During the romantic period major transitions took place in culture, as dissatisfied intellectuals and artists challenged the establishment.

Almost all the romantic poets were at the very heart of this movement. They were inspired by a desire for liberty, and they denounced the misuse of the poor.There was a highlight on the significance of the individual; a conviction that people should follow ideals rather than imposed conventions and rules. The romantics renounced the rationalism and order linked with the preceding clarification era, stressing the importance of expressing authentic personal feelings.

They had a real sense of responsibility to their fellow men: they felt it was their duty to use their poetry to inform and inspire others, and to change the humanity and their social attitude. Poet Rumpa Ray Ghosh believe in this theory on life and poetry of this time.

A PASSIONATE POET OF THIS TIME

For Poet Rumpa Ghosh, even a quatrain is what in a verse, which makes someone to cry or to laugh, or just be silent, makes your twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own.
Poetry is taking at the heartstrings, and making music within our solitude in life. Rumpa Ray Ghosh is a poet of profound obsession towards composing lyrical form of poetry. Her poetic enthusiasm makes her verses, extremely impressive and highly alluring. She is fast budding poetess of wisdom and emotional response. She had completed her Masters degree from University of Calcutta, though she is from Calcutta currently living in Mumbai.She started composing poems since her young age.

Intentionally or innocently, many of the poets are most often trying to fill a vast space with things that cannot satisfy fully. We look forward to fill the void with our own possessions for comfort, but unfortunately we normally end up wanting more and more. We try to fill it with relationships or pleasures, but we end up feeling even more empty and further more depressed than from the point where and when we commenced the discontentment as these thoughts were well presented by Rumpa Ray Ghosh in her poems, namely, “ The Roof”, “ The broken house “.
The only place that we can really find true fulfilment and gratification is in the hands of divine God. We need to recall and allow our convictions, not in circumstances, to govern our sense of contentment. The anthology freshly illuminates many excellent lyrics and short poems and are highly valued regardless of its freestyle genre.
For both the poet’s, self-consciousness is connected to the new eminence established to poetry by the feelings of the self, which truly resembles the title of the anthology, “ The Musical Marvels of Self “. Her poems are lyrical, close to heart, soft and romantic. The scrupulous flow in her rhyme magnetizes the readers. Her works were widely published in many national and international journals. She is a regular blogger. She takes the images of her writing from simple every day incidents, uses metaphors and imagery to add grace in her skill of presentation.
Her language is simple, easily understood by lay man, quite touching and heart rendering. Her first book " Musical Marvels of Self ", an anthology of 43 poems came out through Zorba publishers.

The anthology was a combined effort in association with honourable poet Dr Ujjwala Kakarala during September 2017 Besides, being a talented poetess of lyrics, she was an excellent singer Proficient in Bengali folksongs, Rabindra Sangeet and Nazrulgeeti and ghazals and has sung in numerous local stage shows. Rabindra Sangeet merge gracefully into Tagore's literature, most of which—poems or parts of single scene plays alike—were beautifully transformed or converted to lyrical formats. Influenced by the “ Thumri “ style of classical vocal music, this has made the entire scope of human emotion, ranging from his early songs-like Brahma devotional hymns to human soul.
This has emulated the tonal color of classical “ragas “to varying extents.
Earlier, She had also the chance to attain a position as Quarter-finalist in BBC Mastermind Family Quiz competition aired on Disney Channel.Poet Rumpa Ray Ghosh, an Indian by nationality, she hails from West Bengal, the “ City of Joy “, but currently living in Mumbai, Maharashtra, India. She is by occupation a teacher, content writer and a blogger. By obsession she is a poetess and a singer. She has completed her post-graduation and B.Ed. from the University of Calcutta. She has worked as a teacher in St. Thomas School, Mumbai, as a content-writer for ‘Pratham’ (NGO) and as an English curriculum developer in Vibgyor High School in Mumbai.
She publishes her writings on her own blog with a name ( fragmentofimagination). She is also a writer for some literary groups. Some of her poems have been published in national anthologies. Recently one of her poems has been published in a US e-magazine "Beyond Borders” in a popular poetry site. She has also participated in an open-mic poetry reciting performance in the Prithvi theater arena in Mumbai. Being Proficient in classical vocal music, she had the opportunity to perform in classical vocal music on various musical events. She is a Sangeet Visharad from Bhatkhande Sangit Vidyapith, Lucknow and is trained under Late Pandit Vinayak Vohra. More tha a Poetess having a deep passion in writing, she enjoys dance, music and teaching his students as part of her professional skills. Stay blessed in all ways at all times.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Ishita Mar 2016
I'm being selfish.
Nasty enough,
To choose black over others
I've ignored the VIBGYOR,
Disqualified the barbie pink,
Resisted the purples n greys
Painted my dreams full of black.
Its sickening enough,
And charming too.
I've splashed this evil,
All over myself,
Engulfed into its secret.
Drowned in its depth-ness.
I dream black.
I think black.
I dread black.
I've discovered its power.
Unleashed its vigour,
Felt its character.
Surprisingly enough;
I've connected myself with the color black.
Favourite Color!
26/3/16
We will fulfill LOVE's promises
The sun, the moon, the stars, the night
We will fulfill LOVE's vows
The flowers, the clouds, the breeze, the birds
Our LOVE will remain like this nature's bounty

When fate made us meet
We met at the horizon
Where the sky meets the earth

When LOVE happened between us
The BLUE became red, yellow and orange

We've experienced a blissful heaven
Where all inner-flowers bloom
And our heart-bees hum
As if we have found our SOUL
Made for each other

We became each other's
Candle and light
Moon and stars
Clouds and rain
Sun and sunshine
Sadness and tears
Joys and happiness

Our souls-connect awakened
All colors of dormant LOVE
Like a single rainbow of VIBGYOR

Come and let us become ONE forever
Let us fulfill our LOVE's promises
Let us fulfill our LOVE's vows

Even as strangers -
Our LOVE recognized each other
Our happiness and sadness merged
Into LOVE's joyful tears

Our LOVE story shows the world
True LOVE never dies
True LOVE lives forever
Such mad and true LOVERS
Like Romeo-Zuliet, Layla Majnun -
Our LOVE re-creates LOVE's essentials

How much ever the mind tries to reason out
"Oh heart, please do not LOVE"
But...
Like the moon glowing
In dark sky of the night
Like the sun shining
In the blue skies of the day
Our LOVE could not be hidden
By any human practicality prisons

The heart where LOVE flames are ignited
The coals catches the ember glow
Is the sanctum of LOVE's idol
The molten lava of LOVE
Melts the life's hardened stone-rocks

Let our life take us any where
Unaware of the journey
And/or the destination
Let it not change our LOVE a bit
In attempt to live life
Seeking "Spiritual enlightenment"
Let us worship with devotion
Our LOVE's divine blessings
Because...
LOVE is our NIRVANA

Our bond of LOVE is strong
As strong as nature's permanence

We will unite in ONE-LOVE within our core
Like two galaxies merging into ONE Black-Hole
VIBGYOR - Vilet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, Red
Isha Maini Oct 2009
It stuck to her lips- ethanol;
Seeping through those crevices-
wax-painted , yet supple, soft;
Like the rest of her.

Those droplets still dangled,
Wavering- clenching;
the bitter doses
and their vibgyor spirals- spun;

these voices needed to be hushed-
so we decided to use a cigarette,
to burn our souls
…and hide behind the smoke;

Now it was just us,
those anaerobic strings of air,-spinning,
the shadows slipping, across the walls-
those rays of light softly reflecting
…from her thighs;

Her fingers trembled,
Skin on skin- and fermentation-
She stung; like vinegar,
that promise of toxic sweetness still lingered;

So we drove on, like empty vessels-
Trying.
Yet it didn’t exist.
Farah Taskin Jun 2021
Imagine
You're an adorable dolphin
Your cute fin!
You're ecstatic about watery
Corals
And
Aquamarine
You sport and swiftly swim
And swim
You dance with the white horses
You sing in the tempest


Imagine
You're the lovely hyacinth
You enhance
The elegance
Of a gorgeous
Garden
Your evocative
Perfume
Is mind-blowing!


Imagine
You're a sweet skylark
Your pleasant tone is
Magically melodious


Imagine
You're the silvery rain
You remove the pain
Of the heat of the sun


Imagine
You're the splendid
Rainbow
You feel a glow
Of colour
You've the VIBGYOR
You are
Never
Evanescent


Imagine
You're the
Breeze
You blow nicely
You're more
Than invisibility


Imagine
You're the lamplight
The djinn
And obscurity
Fear you
You're luminously bright!


Imagine
You are
FARAH TASKIN!!!;)
You own
The evergreen
Realm of fancy!:)
Imagination is more important than knowledge-Albert Einstein
Inayat Vasal Apr 2017
Where once I stood still
You made me dance like a vivacious ballerina
Where once I was on a verge of extinction
You made me replicate myself
Where once I was about to jump off the cliff
You made me fly like a carefree swallow
Where once I had lost my voice
You made my vocal chords work harder than ever
Where once I turned grey
You made me more colourful than VIBGYOR
Where once I became oblivious to all
You made me  a walking talking encyclopaedia
Where once I became deaf
You made Mozart immortal for my ears
Where once I refused to smile
You made me chuckle endlessly
Where once everything had turned dark
You made my life brighter than sunshine
Where once sadness refused to leave me
You made me forget what it even was
Where once the aura of shallowness surrounded me
You made me realise I'd reached the zenith
Where once I merely existed
You made me feel live ......... to the infinity
Salmabanu Hatim Aug 2019
I love you in the colours of the rainbow
violet:  meaning with my body
              and soul,
indigo: wisely
blue:      in a calm way
green:    it is fresh and evergreen
                as nature
yellow:   full of happiness
orange:   and joy
red:          lastly passionately  with
                  all my heart.
11/8/2019
Prathipa Nair Jun 2016
Violet was her beautiful name
In a dress of Indigo flowers
Her captivating Blue eyes
And Green diamond earrings
Yellowish golden like skin
With Orange curly hair
Smiling with her Red lips

With the characteristics of VIBGYOR
She is colourful for the vision
She is....THE RAINBOW !
Sk Abdul Aziz Mar 2016
It is the jewel of the morning sky
It is a source of energy
A source of life
Everyone needs it
No one save for Almighty knows as to for how many years it has been burning
When it rises and when it sets
It gives us two of the most breathtaking sights in the world
Just this incredible myriad of colours fills up the sky
When the sun rises it announces the beginning of the day
Gradually everyone from birds to animals to humans
Start to get on the move
The day begins
And then at evening when it finally goes down in the distant horizon
Creating a visual spectacle
The artificial lights take over
The flavour all around changes
But it's not quite the same without the sun
During the winters when the body shivers and feels so very numb
It provides the much needed warmth and gives relief from the harsh cold winds
During the monsoons it is sometimes not visible
The dark and gloomy clouds conceal it
But after the clouds have broken down and a downpour is complete
The sun peeks out from behind
Just in time to meet 'vibgyor'
Ah!what a sight!!!
But during the summers it can be harsh
At times the sweltering heat can get unbearable
But then again it gives you the opportunity to tan your skin
And then of course there are ice-creams and shakes to look forward to
I have always loved the sun
I enjoy basking in it's glory
Feeling it warm every inch of me
Burning away my fears and insecurities
And re-energizing my soul
Oh dear sun!..what would i do without you?
You truly motivate me
In your presence i feel like superman
No task seems too difficult
No dream seems impossible
Sk Abdul Aziz Nov 2015
The sun rising
The sun setting
The stars standing in an alignment
Glowing so brightly....
....as if they're making love to the universe
The moon beaming with joy
The leaves falling
The leaves growing back
The birds singing
Squirrels running around on trees
The wind blowing...
....gently
....fiercely
across your face and the feeling is *******
The rivers and lakes flowing....
....and merging into the sea
The ice-capped mountains standing tall...
....proudly displaying their physique
....conversing with the sun and the clouds
The dewdrops falling from the leaves....
....creating the most magical sound you can ever imagine
The sea waves crashing against the shore....
.....and creating a magic of their own
The different colours the sky displays...
....sometimes azure
.....sometimes milky white
The different shapes and sizes of the clouds....
....some big ones
....some small patches
What a sight it is when they change colours...
....from white to black
....and they break down and wash the soul of the earth
Occasionally the rainbow appears after the break down
Oh!!!....what a sight!!!
....VIBGYOR in visual

Sometimes i wish i was a part of nature
Thank you GOD for giving this wonderful gift to us
It's a shame we don't always appreciate it
Viji Vishwanath Dec 2019
Those who can bloom
In the given time frame
Are the best frames ever

Be the best frame
To let the name
Fly with fame
In its pace
Of living face

Be the best nectar
That oozes the sweet flower
Which is full of honey so pure
And it seems in heaven’s air

Learn from butterflies
Which fly with its buttery wings
Made of vibgyor colours
Who inspire us with its lives
Which is in the limited time frames

And the beats of rapid wings
Of bees create vibrations
In the ears of humans
As the buzzing sounds
Shake the flower pollens
With no time frames

Let’s mesmerise the time frames
With such fabulous gardens
That everyone can blossom
With its pleasing fragrance
To make the best frames
Out of the given frameworks
Make best use of your given timeframe.
Rana roy Aug 2020
I ain't guilty, the judge didn't listen
Throw me in 5 star jail for a fortnight !
'Am facilitated with machines and need
No human, no animal: unknown voices creep.

Morning coffee till dinner at night
Sadden my loner self, darkness is bright
Blisters in mind,  itches body and soul
Ice cubes on cola, draws complex vibgyor.

Solitary is golden, but loneliness is curse
Viral society is frenzied, spreads only farce
Plotting a jail break, soon as possible
To meet nature with a new dawn...

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