Stress Free Poetry

Olden are the times of honesty and revelation of reveries, And days of affirming love with mere shyly smiling auguries,  Within the deepness of dismal pathways singing the expression, Of love, being captured by continual gaze in act of divination. Times of this mystifying experience was cadenced in the heart, Within the intensity of desolated shores where songs of alleys depart, In the mid-summer fixture between singing waves and musical breeze, Dressed in golden mask, Love- the pleasure of life did increase. And the dame, once beautifying self for reunion with the knight from dreams, Is now poisoned with his rhyming words of wonder world, and in solitude screams Day dreams, the nightmares of crumpling skies over love’s clandestine garden, Under waving wind, rushing rain and stroking sun, her fairy-tale becomes a burden. The dreaded whisper of comfort, vanished in the dark anxiety of doubt, As the dame’s desire was combusted, confine...

From the edge of a lush green precipice, Amidst the melody of singing breeze. There in waltz, rhythms lovely dame Of the rains, in the vast sky wide fame. Caressing the hills with a gust of raining cloud, And whip rushing rivers that thirsty earth allowed, For the earth is aroused with seeds inside Of life, to greet the thrill with her rainy touch beside. Breaking into a tango with the golden drops of dew, Born out of the sky’s basket weaved in rainbow hue, At the gates of the earth in a misty waltz gown; With might of her smiling tears water lilies drown. Sun and Moon lost behind her aura that pulsates, When sinister desert for her presence meditates, Gifting the greenery of the oasis as blessing, World rejoices along with her watery anklets ringing. BY (  Smita Dey Tarafder )