dear, you…

back there, lights must have dimmed
to sorrow  –
have you, too?
~
dear, you…

i am okay  – all is as blue as it can be
quenching the brown of my eyes,

i love the red-white lighthouse,
bereft of tourists, amid the green,
i come here often
to find the pain of my solace,
of one kind  – the other kind
is left with you  –

sweet salt fumes linger on my lips,
the sea looks deep like loss, grains
of sand end up everywhere, like
the thought of you,

i am holding reins over
the beach or i will drown,
and building castles, and collecting
conch shells, and stark-white pebbles,

i will gather some for you, too.

 

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For With Real Toads’ At the Seaside Challenge. The last sea I encountered was ruined by the urban mess of a metropolitan. That is not what I wrote about.
I instead remember the seas of Port Blair (2013) as I go about it – I went up that lighthouse on an island nearby only once and still, it left an impression on me. I was on my own, but for the blue expanse ahead and the green on all other sides.  The poem is fictional but that memory stirs these emotions in me – the palate of my thoughts turn to blue, grey and blood. Otherwise, I have no recollection of having written a postcard or a letter of this kind. What I had to write stayed within, brown and forlorn like my skin, not turned into the coherency of lines. If it were, it would have been something like this. And as fiction goes, it is never completely so. *winks*

*Also linking it up with Poetry Pantry at PU.

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Samidare (Midsummer Rain) Haiku

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music of rain on pavement

lost in memories

~

out of oblivion

clouds shade the sky in its cloak

the first drops fell down

 ~

a midsummer rain

relieving yearning pupils

a solace from heat

~

elevated Sun

drizzling clouds in the sunshine

look for the rainbow

 ~

the midsummer’s day

longest in glory and rays

washed down by the rain

~

looking through window

a play of the rain droplets

meditating life

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 219

Blue Dreams

Blue dreams of tranquility,

sounds of fluttering wings,

views of setting suns,

the battered hope of reemergence 

 

the need of resurgence,

ending this life of puns,

finding a way that brings,

the night of solace, motility

 

I dream blue dreams

and my insufferable pain gleams.

 

P.s.- Another piece in the poetic form, I created.. Other poems like this- Blue Thing, Red Lust, Violet Juice. Rules- (i) Three stanzas, rhyming scheme being- ABCD/DCBA/EE, (ii) Description of some strong emotion and (iii)Prominence of a color.