COME SEPTEMBER by Brij Kaul

Come September be my love.

with a glass of wine

I lounge in my backyard

basking in the morning splendid

sunshine

The breeze is pleasing fine

whistling noisily at a time

waking me up from my

reverie

I scramble around to shut the

roaring doors windows

pulling up the curtains

tie up from being flown

away

Come September be my love

          The Apple orchards in no more

      gloom

with abundant red fruits

hanging from the branches

in full bloom.

Fruit trees peach , plum

add

to the beauty of the picturesque sights

The giggling village belles

sorting the juicy ones.

The impeccable gardens abound in

flowers

dahlias, chrysanthemum ,roses,

Narcissus,,mascara

looking vivaciously charming

the rows and rows of floral boom

enthral

my mind and body so warming.

The Cities agog with festivities

crowds ranting songs ,hymns

to

the musical tune with Band Banjo

Come September be my love

 Early in the dawn

I

Strut on the big lawn

cherish watch the endless gaze

regal poplar trees standing tall

against the fencing wall

dazzling in the flaming Autumn

sunrays

THE FOREST OF PINES. BY BRIJKAUL

I walk up the ascending twisting road high

with

merciless Sun laughing a pitiless laugh

overhead the blue sky.

no breeze a close day

moving on at a leisurely pace

in no hurry or race

unmindful of the ascent ahead the way

eager

to be in company of my love

the love of my childhood.

gorgeous glistening glittering

Sangeeta my Sangeeta

 a bewitching beauty

hollering

from the bend of the road

‘come my smarty be my love’

rolling down to catch me, hug me

enroute

to the dense forest of pines.

enticing me more than

rivers temples and shrines

the sloping verdures the environs

Sombre

lull me to a sweet slumber

Sangeeta delightfully delightful

in the shimmering attire

singing love satire

holding

my hands pulling me up the hill

oh my gosh she is so pretty

such a pril.

THE CLOUDS by brij kaul

 

Before keeping her feet on the floor

Mohini

went through her typical morning

pandiculation process of yawning

In

a stately gait barefeet walking

across the long corridor

peeking through the window

The fluffy dark dank clouds loomed across

limitless sky

grumbling   growling   threatening

season’s first rainfall

in moment of minutes

it

rained heavily, a torrential downpour

quenching thirst of the parched earth

with

 full gaiety gusto  and mirth

Mohini joins the dancing group

of

men women children boys girls

old young infirm healthy

the incessant rains slithering down

fleshy bosoms and soggy countours

swaying hips and swinging bodies

to the rhythm of spattering waters.

The rolling clouds engulfing the lagoons

Mohini

swirling singing lapping up to

entrancing

nature cooling off her torrid

sensuality.

.

THE MOUNTAINOUS LASS BY BRIJ KAUL

The mountainous lass

             tumbled down from nowhere

                   with fragile frame and radiant face

           attired in dazzling bright

could

be spotted even in starless

night

 Cupid played its game of midsummer’s

love

I fell for her sensual style

for a while.

 I live by love

just only love

love and love

 love

pervades my mind body

 The sun sliding down hills

ripple of gold and azure

streaks in the waters flowing

by the side of creek.

The moutainous lass

playing hide and seek

crossing the wooden bridge

hid somewhere behind the ridge.

cautiously

I crawl to pounce bounce

upon to frighten her

 

Alas

she was seen no where

trudging along for miles or so

feet swollen soggy sore

could not trace her anymore

Her angel bewitching looks

her coquettish winks

flirtatious smiles

flashed before my eyes

I bemoan looking

up in the skies

 understandably

Cupid playing prank upon me

 I ambled back to my

solitude.

 I live by love

just only love

love and love

 

BREEZY VALLEY by Brij Kaul

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

stealthily

under the cover of darkness of shitty

night

tears, lurking fears, tormenting heartburns

finally

soothing with the running

times.

breezy valley nestled among

the

gorgeous green mountain cliffs

mammoth charming Chinar

trees

swaying leaves in the cool morning

breeze.

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

alas;

cannot be forgotten any

more.

The afternoon red sky

with

shady sunshine and drizzle

A real moment for to be in

trizzle

the mellifluous cooing of

Cuckoo, Mynah ,Thrush, swallow

the birds that flocked

my window sill

bringing

morning musical thrill

to the torrid ears.

the shepherds grazing sheep

on the rolling green hills of

Yusmarg

the beatific belles young

walking frisking in pairs

singing

gleefully the popular

folk songs

while crossing the

purring streams of

Tangmarg,

The wheezy sneezy breezy

valley

forsaken decades yore

cannot be forgotten any

more.

A SWEET WHISPER by BRIJKAUL

I have to tell you something

inaudible of course

just a sweet whisper in to your

 ear

my love still has not abated for you

dear

though past your age

but

your absorbing poise

a stately gait

glinting giggling

tranquility

entices me to keep loving

you .

I am your forsythia shadowing

                     you from rain snow and sunshine

     sprinkling bedecking with flowers to

make

                     you look gorgeous glowing glinting

as ever as a young belle

I met some decades gone

still

sensuous sparkling

alluring agile

luring me to come out

of

hibernation of love

get

intoxicated and drenched

by rousing sensuality

to

seek repose in your beauty

for ever..

LIFE A BLIZZARD

BY BRIJKAUL

Life is a blizzard

of

love and laughter

the  peals  of laughter

could be heard and echoed

all along.

Life is a bubbling youth

sensuous serene like hyacinth

emitting scintillating

smile

Do not look behind

the fog and smoke may

engulf  you a captive

of  past repugnant

memories

Even donot look  sideways

you may

be  caught in the melee of past

 Cravings Crimes

Keep moving forward  with the

Present  pleasant times

Life  not a static one  instead moving

on a rapid pace

just to conquer and succeed

the race

to the  desired place..

                                                     Donot look behind

the dark clouds may

push you deep down

into the labyrinth  of

Oblivion.

Soar on to the blues of the

sky

along with the wind and birds

flying high

delving deep into the

  fathom of the universe