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  • himanshu_mumbai 1w

    The Morning Beats

    Winter is making a gradual retreat,

    But has hardly lost its vicious nip.

    The morning has cast its hazy ambit,

    Winning the earth from night's grip.

  • himanshu_mumbai 2w

    The Morning Beats

    The veil of darkness sinks to oblivion

    As the king of heaven dazzle the sky.

    A blaze crimson fills lofty dominion

    As a pack of pelicans slowly glides by.

  • himanshu_mumbai 2w

    The Morning Beats

    The gigantic trees with sumptous canopy
    Have woven a sky in dark green texture.
    Relegating the Sun to the role perfunctory
    Save stealing his way by grove's aperture

  • himanshu_mumbai 3w

    The Morning Beats

    What a tingling joy to step barefoot

    On the tender grass rinsed with dews;

    The rising tide from ambrosial pool

    Drenches the soul, entering from toes.

  • himanshu_mumbai 4w

    Thank @fairytales_ for reposting.

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    The Morning Beats

    The gigantic trees with sumptuous canopy

    Have woven a sky in dark green texture,

    Relegating the Sun to the role perfunctory,

    Save stealing his way by grove's aperture

  • himanshu_mumbai 4w

    The Morning Beats

    The seaman has begun the journey early
    Enjoying breeze in an ambience pristine.
    On the shimmering water , fading vainly
    The picture of moon can be faintly seen.

  • himanshu_mumbai 4w

    The Morning Beats

    The morning mist envelopes the nature

    Still under siege of the overnight stupor.

    An eerie stillness rules the hemi sphere

    As the Sun unfastens the celestial door.

  • himanshu_mumbai 6w

    The Sigh of Bougainvalia

    Bougainvillea flowers in splendid hues ,
    Such as royal pink and flamboyant red,
    Weaves a lush canopy rinsed with dews ,
    As a tendril dances with flowers unshed..

    Bougainvillea vines continue their quest,
    For an elusive love with swirling passion,
    Which can cheer a heart deep in distress,
    And make dreary flowers succulent again.

    Bougainvillea vines with fabulous bloom,
    Greets the passer by from trellis at gate.
    The street underneath is a wading pool,
    Of collected flowers dropping in torrent.

    The flowers at ground drifts in tandem,
    With a soft murmur of rustling petals,
    As a gutsy wind sweeps with freedom,
    The avenues which are nature's cradle.

    The wriggling vines are entwined deeply,
    With the curling branches of banyan tree.
    The impish ivy twists and turns playfully,
    With tons of flowers to woo her fiancee.

    The bouganvallian flowers bring in bounty,
    The resplendent shades to city squares.
    Yet they are denied the honor and dignity,
    To adorn a wreath meant for temple altar.

    Who will not melt at the flower's sigh
    When trampled upon at a cobbled street?
    Its disarming charm who can defy?
    Yet it is not ornament of a damsel sweet.

    O enchanter! You cascade in deep purple,
    Elsewhere you hang like a cloud of rose.
    Up in dense groove, like star you sparkle,
    Down the street, you swing without pause.

    You are the spillover from heavenly pots,
    Which angels churn to distil finest dyes.
    Your half mast plumes leaning at props,
    Are the pitstops for refilling worn eyes.

    #bougainvillea #vines , @writersnetwork, @mirakee

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    The Sigh of Bougainvillea

    Bougainvillea flowers in splendid hues,

    Such as royal pink and flamboyant red,

    Weaves a lush canopy rinsed with dews,

    As a tendril dances with flowers unshed.

  • himanshu_mumbai 8w

    A Shy Lover (Part 2)

    Dear, have the birds told you in tweets,
    That I feel on edge when you are close,
    Like a dew hanging from grass blade.
    That my mind freezes into comatose,
    As I try to court you with a serenade.

    Dear, have you seen my emotions vieled ,
    Radiant as a lake under the waning Sun,
    Pristine as a candle in a windless night.
    More tender than roses in early blossom.
    More beautiful than moon barely in sight.

    Dear, do you know what is my cherished dream?
    I dream of picking most endearing flowers,
    For decking your doorstep at break of dawn.
    I dream of stealing from sky stars entire,
    And weave them in your ravishing bouffant.

    Dear, so many time I thought to express my love.
    But can anyone reprise thousand emotions,
    Into few lisp sentences delivered in jiffy?
    Can one be poised with heart in commotion,
    Can wisdom be trusted for purpose mushy.

    Dear, let me know whether you count on me,
    As I do for sailing together to the horizon,
    Where sky meets sea in a union heavenly.
    As I do for walking together to the station,
    Where daffodils dances to skylark's melody.

    Dear, could you listen what I whispered....

    #love, #valentine, @writersnetwork

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    A Shy Lover (Part 2)

    Dear, have you seen my emotions vieled ,
    Radiant as a lake under the waning Sun,
    Pristine as a candle in a windless night.
    More tender than roses in early blossom.
    More beautiful than moon barely in sight.

    ©himanshu_mumbai

  • himanshu_mumbai 8w

    A Shy Lover (Part 1)

    Dear, could you listen what I whispered?
    I just said that I would have been a leaf,
    Torn from the stem by the reckless wind,
    Wandering unhinged with no self-belief,
    Had you not taken me under your wing.

    Dear, I know not whether you understand
    My deep gratitude for your vital support,
    Through all season, be it spring or autumn.
    Your balmy shadow is a priceless comfort;
    For wheel of my life, you are the fulcrum.

    Dear, have I mentioned you unwittingly,
    That in your absence, I exist only partially
    As if life is a sentence for some offence.
    How worthless are amenities worldly,
    If not vibrant with your sweet resonance .


    Dear, have the birds told you in tweets,
    That I feel on edge when you are close,
    Like a dew hanging from grass blade.
    That my mind freezes into comatose,
    As I try to court you with a serenade.



    Dear , have you heard what I just whispered..

    #love, #valentine , @writersnetwork

    Thanks @ray___ , @manojkumarsingh for reposting.

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    A Shy Lover (Part 1)

    Dear, could you listen what I whispered?
    I just said that I would have been a leaf,
    Torn from the stem by the reckless wind,
    Wandering unhinged with no self-belief,
    Had you not taken me under your wing.

    ©himanshu_mumbai