My Crimson Monsoon :The New Cover for my Second Book The Proposed New Cover for my forthcoming book Oleander Blooms Only today It has reached me , Promises like poppy seeds create fantasy in my mind From dawn to dusk Sadness and wry faces are forced to flee. A book cover is like the door to an empty room Ideas grow inside the book like mushroom Opening a threshold to mystery, Like a fairy tale unfolding legends,myths,anecdotes Folklores and history. My minds garden is full of Oleanders and Jasmines The sacred scroll of their vibrant petals colourful, Songs from heaven fill my heart to brim Odours spreading all over the site a pleasant cool The half-closed door beckons me to the garden When oleanders along with jasmines bloom None can affirm it , exactly it is for whom The flicks of crimson creativity spreads all around The blushing soggy softened ground With yellow parrots twittering to suck the gloom. Poets are like clouds full of the promises of rain Washing out miseries and Tsunami of pain Bards are like the chirping birds on a bough Singing and singing again and again. Between two vast stretches of darkness Life is a very short hyphen With the burden of grey hair Emotions slowly walk along a lane Experiences halted to tumble down Life moves on , just no loss , no gain. A book cover is a story untold The masterstroke , sometimes too bold. A book cover loudly resonates a promise The deep dark inside never to miss. *The poem is written on the proposed cover for my second collection of Poems Oleander Blooms sent by Prof.Kamal Sarkar
Posted on: Tue, 13 May 2014 10:41:17 +0000
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