Stress Free Poetry

The time wheel rushes into the bad, sad and tearful year,  When daylight ceases early into long nights of ageless fear.  And pride bows low before preparing to be burnt alive,  Mingling with phenomenal shadows into fire it does revive.  O living souls do not term me evil for I am the bad,  I turn into a poem, post the earthly curse that I had,  With your inhalation of the starry nights in Spring  And feeling Summer aura of oceans, which pearls do bring.  Devoid of the brush, canvas and paint, I am to portray,  My unconditional love with a single Rain-touched Sunray.  Amidst the flame of desire suppressed by Autumn’s dancing dust,  From the cage of words freeing forever Love of the Fall, must.  Here I promise to turn into the blooming flower,  Before the earth takes the next seasonal shower  And love shall be in my everlasting fragrance,  Before on my tombstone, snowflakes f...

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 )