Bloodied Golden temples: I

Another body was returned

after committing suicide

in custody.

What have gotten into

the people of the Golden Land!

I see many suicide cases

everyday

Yet I notice no noose,

no notes,

I only see scars,

broken limbs, bullet holes,

disfigured faces and 

dismembered bodies. 

To Keats, on his 200th death anniversary

 

Over snow cleap’d mountains,

Fields filled with grains,

Streams the crickets sing

And the sparrows twitter,

Gales soothed by the nightingale,

 

When the starry night kisses

the orange sun,

When the love-stricken moon

lulls the charming Endymion,

When the greed-ridden

tempts the pretty Isabella,

 

On cliffs the bereft wail

Of damsel sans merci,

On abode aloft

Where Hyperion fell,

On the eve of St Agnes,

Where virgins envision a dream,

 

Plays he, Pan,

His flute melodies,

With notes of muses nine,

Hedged with bounteous nature,

 

For a

Blood coughing, pen bearing, Rome dwelling,

Pained, pensive, poignant, poet,

Whose name was (never) writ in water.

Poesy

Lyrically, mirth muses metaphorically

     Beauty beautifies with Simile.

Exaggeration excites Hyperbole,

    Oxymoron overwhelms irony.

Whilst Fool fulfills Comedy,

    Villainy validates Tragedy.

Apostrophe addresses Odes,

    Bard betells Ballads.

Dramatic Monologue defies Drama

    Drama sides with Asides.

Comedy of Manners mocks manners.

Comedy of Humor hails humours.

    Whilst Hamartia harms Harmony,

        Catharsis calms Catastrophe..

Rhythmically, rhyme rises metrically;

  Sonnet unstresses with stressed

  Spondee stresses sans unstressed.

Whilst Elizabeth elates Spencerian

And Elizabethan elates Shakespearean,

   Italian instigates Patrachan.

Nature nurtures Romance,

  Ecstasy escalates Fancy.

Blank Pages

I gaze blankly on these blank pages

Which once wrought a sage of a mirage

Conjuring near images of my distant abode

To conspire sweet silent secrets of the Lover's oath.

Enchanting ecstasies of a homely dream,

Soothing senses of a lonely grim,

Ever turning but never hiding, painted

Orphean tales in this dreamy pallet.

Lost wildly, engrossed fully

In the false truth of a distanly near fantasy

And fountains of recurring riveries,

Sorrow swam afar from my melodies.

I gaze blankly on these blank pages

Which once wrought a sage in a mirage

Who sunk senses in the selfless greed

Drowned tightly-trapped eerily  in  Lethe's reeds.

Blank Verse sneers at the blank verses

Muttered mum in this metrical murder.

Vanity

"There is no harmony under this mahogany,
Cackling cacophony in the vicinity"
bickered an observing Duck.

"Ducklings that sink in water
as clear as my shiny feathers
Will swim best 'gainst the tide of the pond
And in the sesame oil of the Cook's pan.
Tadpoles that live as fast as they die
never know their mother
Yet guide themselves better in waters"

"Pooh! A duckling that can't swim!
What ominous box'll be opened next,
Ducklings that wish to soar aloft
Like the Skylark?"

The passing hands'd maimed past pains.
The complaining bird with feathers
as white as December snow
,too, was once a yellow mess.
The young nincompoop
,too, had longed to flap her wings
and explore the endless sky,
The pining fool climbed the nearest hedge
only to betray her dreams.

She, too, was a terrible swimmer;
the slowest of her siblings
Had Mother Duck missed to see her
in the twirling current,
her bickering
like her silvery feathers would've glided
in Eternity
Where dreams meet
and Pride ends. 

Orpheus and Eurydice II

Thus wary Orpheus
wailed upon the strand of Styx
and whilst Cheron turned awry,
the enchanter of Olympians
ruptured a dirge to his errs.

"Eurydice, thy visage
that entwines
The lyre with the heart,
A sole gaze to tune
the requiems rhapsodies"

"Thou, wing-footed
Hermes
 bring me my soul
from her captivity that
captivates my Mirth"

"Or a breath of wish
Breathed by my
Whisperer of Dreams"

"In this ravished melody,
Let unravished notes
tune the strings".

I invoke thee, Melancholy

In all things beauty, I invoke thee,Melancholy

Dispel afar feigning Aphrodite;

Thou, Ravisher of all things beauty,

Thou, bitterer of meek maidens pretty,

Preserve thy charm aloft with Ares

Forever 'twined in that infidel malice

And shield thy visage 'gainst blunt blemish

Worrying yonder youth belonged to Hades.

Half-parented Guardian of lustful envy

Bound ever to serve the half-footed deity 

Bequeath glee to persuading Psyche

Or ever serve Athena, thou sisters of envy.

Thou, foamy fumes piercing the lover’s bosom,

Muddling that aroused youth’s freedom,

Thou art Witherer of the budding blossom

Elegies’ Muse, Poets’ mirth and Lovers’ bottom.

Dispel afar ,thou, feigning Aphrodite!

In all things lovely, I invoke thee, Melancholy.