Preface: In the poem “Chimes-Fading” (Rhyme Scheme: Royal Spiral), the poet describes his inamorata; one whom he recalls as a sense of motivation drumming and jingling within the conceals of vascular assemblies, one whose thoughts moisten his epidermis with shivers.
Lack of creativity and a (probable) bout of depression held me by reigns and made me submit for a few days. The cacophony will be returning soon, stopping me dead on my tracks, as could have been observed if the biological timelines were to be regressed somehow. So, up till dwelling on the present pays fine, I write in a hope that the beauty of these verses will be relished.
They engage into a sulit affair
Making love under fulfilled ayes
Soulful, her vocal charm.
Them yellow as a fresh parm
Curling lustful twirls in-its way
Flowering, her bosomy figure.
Those consistent to a flowing river
Plying beneath an aura pure
Delightful, her mundane awe.
That without a definite flaw
Radiating from a beautiful princess-tale
She stays, but till a merry alarm.
I acknowledge your support for marking out my strengths and shortcomings step-by-step, for ticking up there on the ‘Hits Counter’ each day and pushing it way beyond visions within the first month of “Quixote’s Kid”.
Featured art: “She who” by Neha Das.
©Soumyadeep Mukherjee; February 2017.