Descriptive Poems

I walked beside her on the breezy beach, the waves came in a perfect rythm and steadily subsided below our feet. Her black curls fluttered in the serene winds, probing her to tuck them behind her modest ears. She held

From the twinkle in her eyes Oh the way they sparkle even when she cries The way her smile rises from each cheek Feelings she gives me that make me weak. They way her hair is somehow perfect done up

Across a sleepy low lit stream, a quiet breeze swept by; It made its way across the land, determined and unshy; It covered flowers, rocks, and sand, and all within its path, with tiny droplets wet and cool, a shower,

Leap Year and Jupiter in good favor Everything is changing now for the Better…all the dreams I’ve dreamed Forever are all finally coming together Just like a heartbeat louder than thunder In the icy wind of late Winter…three decades In

Or, at least that’s what you might think. Judgement hurts in too many ways to count. I stand in the local thrift market looking for trinkets and such with my father. He came here to look for vintage picture frames

  Her sparkling Eyes forced me to continue to Live which otherwise I never wanted to Even the sea appears to be thirsty enough to drink the nectar of her beauty Who ever has drawn her sketch has done so

As I saunter in the moonlight Searching for my path full of insight I witnessed stars playing in darkness As if some background making them shine Looking up in the sky I shriek my ongoing dilemma Asking for an answer

I once met a man who wore a crown- that wore him away like a dandelion- blowing in the wind to be the sun- of loved ones he never let down. His touch was a divine gown- woven around our

An angel must have eavesdropped in my dreams And made those true by leading me to you And thanks to God for sun and rays it beams But doubly so for you and love you show I guess, the womb

(1) Quote Look into my eyes and see nothing Look into my heart and experience the world Look into love and see GOD! —————————————————————————————————————– (2) SIGHT What is sight? If not to see. The blind sees beauty For they do

Why is it so difficult to convince The Heart, That feelings nowadays are sold at The Mart. Ventured into The Mart, in hand The Heart, And In tow, a shopping cart. Trust was on sale in a neat pack, Came

Sweat flowed like river in the scorching Son The dried up tongue thirsting for water The dirty body begging for water to bathe Uncooked food waiting for water Cries of people for water rent the air People begged the rain

That night, Together we ate the forbidden fruit, With such a ravenous appetite, No sorrow, no regrets, Just smiles, Holding each other tightly, Like we’ll never let go, No one else mattered, Only we did. Day by day, Life seemed

I can’t stop writing when I think of you You are morning’s cold water splash You are the shower of rain from hanging clouds You are favourite song on my lips You are the dream keeps me awake every night

Let it be, a dawn prayer, dripping with fantasy intercepting the strip-search of soul tempting a mad psyche. The sleeping volcano was going to celebrate, put the sign on. Perfectly shineless hands will raise the banner to donate kidneys, eyes

If someone is having bad time Then surely good time arrives That time you’ll feel very lucky When everything is going fine But what one should do When life is becoming a dirty game When fate is not with you

There once was a perfect world. The future will yield yet another world of perfection. We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world, Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one. Moreover, in a perfect world,

Some days are easy but most days are hard, I take my self back there each night, It seem that I’ll forever be scarred, Just because I never put up a fight. Screaming yet I did not make a sound,

How colourful is Bhakti- The yoga of devotion and fidelity It has a blend of various Emotions and relations In the yoga of devotion God can be your parents God can be your friend God can be your lover God

When We began, words built bridges carrying us to and fro across distant places… thoroughfares, connecting spaces, verbal embraces… Words became light and water flowing, filling, spilling, swathing… Words… like glowing embers spewing sparks, scorching flames, swirling blaze, enveloping, burning

Painted peeptoes look up to me winking through their narrow slits, see me flit and traipse around towards my errands that I must run. Cut and peel and cook and clean scrub and wash squeaky clean, mirrors and glasses polished

Measuring mantra to the drops falling from tap a visitor to the abode of Khwaja suffers pushes from the crowd and yet remains thirsty: the Khadim promises prayers Gharib Nawaz feeds the soul he returns to the Sun City through

In summer holidays, in day’s later session, having time of my own- on my bed , I used to lay down, it was my comfort session. I could not let my life go by just watching a movie, I had

Water pouring inside the fence of beyond ten feet above the surf waves climbed higher as the tide was coming in at the usual hour Rocks mixed with shells colored brightly like a bright morning sunlight oranges, gray, blue and

Frightening in your stealth, you approach like the darkest cloud. They cannot see you, but those close know you are with me. Your visits provoke their wariness, afraid they may tip the scales. Some are aware of your deceptive nature;

Decorative floral arrangements along the sinking coasts Separative morales deranges my song and inkling notes Charrington’s coral courageous and strong linking two boats His passion lays in the rubble of ruin, up in smoke She’ll cash in roaring winds and

Listening, to inner voice, peeling off the hurts, hammered memories. You dropp the answer and throw back the question. Something was totally amiss Absence overtakes the presence. The shadow was more frightening. No movement, A lull before a flash, then

All the pain inside me is enough to break a life But I am still going strong – not giving up the fight. I do believe in power of love. He will give us the light from above. That brings

Ever since I was woken up by weapons Ideological balloons are shooting at me. Scared by an advertisement dream I am hiding in reality Which is beating me with a bloody rod! To shoot or not to shoot – to

Can’t you feel it the heat is rising attacking my pores emptying them out like a trash can onto a rubbish heap. Can’t you hear my screams silently as they seemingly echo around this arena like Nero calling for more

It is quiet now Only sounds of startled breath The glass lies quiety, soundlessly now, shattered upon the stairs Shining in the moonlight An impression of diamonds from rain It is dark You are unable to see the tears, the

God is the cardinal creator He is the generous giver He can raise a dead to life, being the grantor He can create a thing that existed never He gave what you have He knows whatever you know Your deeds

Beyond life… Beyond love… I could have staked shortcuts… But preserverance stood me upright… With hope of life… Hope of love… That kept it all alive… Alive in wonders… Of painful trauma… Paralysed in thoughts… Paralysed in acts… But still

It was a graceful exit with audacious idiocity. A cyclops was going for a dress disaster. Visitation of flesh, mars the beauty. Cheating starts between the pails of tears. I start hitting the planet. Let the bride sleep in fog.

Oh and as I put on the WHITE LIGHT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT nothing can harm me Today…like a mirror all around me Negativity will see its own reflection And flee because negativity can’t stand Itself but if anything good

O, bemused mystery of wonder! You are the silver chain of fancy And evening mentor of joys high! And happy boon at noon Or midnight’s roaring void And wintery smile in moon? Or perennial source of ecstasy Or eternal source

I belong to the song of the sun Humming the chants of flame I breathe. The sea rests in me motionless With its endless depths I think. Storms of being, clear the chaos Emptiness of chaste silence I hear. A

It is yet another moment Misbalance of nature is building up Can you become a life client? Or you wish to stay there at the top Of a corporation False education Apathetic, indifferent A natural element Sea level rise Greed

“I” wanted to fly, far far away from the darkness of light But I saw something swinging with me, when I got to take the flight It was my human self in blackish darker dress Looking into its bosom drinking

Anxious, tense at all times, something feels wrong, Like singing the wrong words to a song, Lost are rhythm, time and the rhyme, knowing so little, responsibilities become blind Through corruption of youth, A lesson in time, feeling I am