Venus-like from the ocean she rose Forcing a gasp from all those Who the seashore did frequent And their heart beat soaring sent.
Liquid pools of blue were her eyes, A glance brought forth volcanic sighs, From the old and the young alike; Emotions flowed as from a broken dyke.
She tip-toed on the sinking wet sand Holding a seashell in her hand, The long wet glistening tress Her unmatched beauty did express;
Struck dumb were those around Who sat there totally spellbound, With a toss of her head in becoming grace, Aware of the crowded human race, She glided to the colourful parasol Looking at no one at all;
Under the canopy in blissful repose she lay Savouring the joy of a sunny day, Little did she know of their plight Whose hearts she had set alight.
I am a retired Central Government official. I worked in the Ministry of Railways, India, in locations Calcutta and Lucknow. My educational qualification is limited to Matriculation (i.e. 11th Standard). Studied in St. Michael's High School, Coimbatore. Self-study after leaving school. Interested in poetry, classics, works of famous authors of past and interesting works of present day writers. Spend a good lot of time reading and try to write poems. My date of birth is 28.10.1939.
Beauty Careful as I got, paying heed to the sculpture With such finesse, and an eye of a vulture Every peculiarity went on to depict a story Incarnating legends, of the war that was gory Over the period beauty stood
Light a sharpie so bright shines on beauty seen through decay. Both beauty and decay form a duality of darkness and luminosity. Beauty is a love that can provide for its reality against dismay. Just as tradition is a security
Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes