THE GLEAMING MORNING byBrijKaul

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The gleaming morning is revelling

refreshing,

re-imagining the nuances of love.

The Sun is up the mountain peaks

glinting through the dense bushes

On to her ruddy cheeks

behold

my love , my only lovesome love

pretty perky to look at

tripping jostling by the rushes

Torqueing like a bristling dove

carrying that perennial smile

spinning at spectacular speed

lithe

swift-footed gracefully agile.

scantily attired holding my hand

lustily moving on the grassy land

‘Ooop’ a splash in the lake

swam across wrinkled waves

    deep passionately underneath

          lapping up to our clenching teeth

 sensuously in tight clasp

      like fishes like birds we make

love .

          The Setting Sun scatters its rays on

           waters of the Yercaud lake azure

blue

creating a crimson cool hue

       demurely she walked through lagoons

beckoning me to emerald woods

 pretty perky dear one

   my only lovesome love

bristling like a dove

    in this gleaming morning

so

revelling refreshing.

BIRDS ARE BEAUTIFUL by BrijKaul

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                           FLOWER SHRUB

 

Birds are beautiful bountiful

birds are brunette brown

red, yellow blue dark

Ticking together like a clock

flying high in a flock

from distant far away land

unlike

Humans united they stand

against vagaries of weather

slithering dark clouds together

moving around in a flock of feather

romancing the colourful environ

chirping cooing on the rhododendron

in my

enchanting green backyard garden

Fragrant flowers tingle little brains

birds flutter the wings and off to

some other place in pouring rains

bringing for a moment so charm

sanguine sensuous and warm

birds are beautiful bountiful

birds are brunette brown

red yellow blue dark

flying across the temple spire

cooing murmuring soft prattle

with no rancor or desire

Ticking away in a flock

       like a moving celestial clock.

birds

are beautiful bountiful brown

fluttering the tiny wings

over the valley- glades

rivers oceans forests

smiling singing together

in cool or hot weather.

birds are beautiful brown.

some with colourful crown

Nimbling away

  at the yellow downy hay.

 

THE OLD MAN by BrijKaul

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path to the garden of Roses.

                                                 

               The old man hobbled down the cobbled street

                   perspiring profusely with intense prickly heat

ambling on languorously

A fleeting

moment to relax a while

standing around stile

A stranger with broad smile

holding old man’s hand to climb

over the small fence into park.

A sprawling one with huge trees

the birds chirping on the branches.

Listening to the cacophonic gaiety

the old man enjoying the filial piety

The symphony

of the mellifluous singing

rejuvenated his low spirits

in a flash he picked himself up

trudging along the path to peep

through the garden of the roses

intoxicating scent enlivening old man

to sensuous divine sleep.

  with wide open eyes

looked askance up

into

the deep blue skies.

 

 

 

THE SNOW FLAKES by Brijkaul

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                                                             The Snow Flakes

Every dawn , a dusky dull day all

Clouds scudding across the horizons

the

wind growling howling groaning

Evening chilly breeze sprinkling dew

over the rose petals green trees

Inclement weather heralding a snowfall

Snow Snow Snow white flakes

drifting dancing rapidly downwards

drooling mountains,trees, forests

folding valley in its clasp

as single soft white alabaster

The severe winter ‘Chillai Kalan’

showing its grinding teeth

by forcing men women children

old and infirm one and all seek heat

draping ‘pherans’ loose robes warm and hot

huddling around ‘Bukhari’ a fire pot

to

combat biting intense winter’s wrath

like a group of smooching sloth

the birds flock to the window sill

to keep warm away from the chill

waiting for snow to stop

so that the mother sparrow

would fly out to hop

from tree to tree to look for

some twigs food picks

to

feed her squeaking pretty chicks.

 snow snow snow the snowflakes

drifting dancing merrily downwards

to cool the fraying tempers

of the earthly whimpers

City of Peace by Brij kaul

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City of Peace

 

Pune

city of peace and promises

people of large hearts

overflowing with milk

of human kindness

A

 city  agog with lively crowds

young springing youths,

giggling frolicking ones

exhibiting libido, elegance of

dress, design fashion

with

aspirations dreams   desires

of touching skies .

Old citizens on early walking tours

dangling staffs while sprinting

for awhile at a leisure

to their great pleasure.

A

city of love and liberty

with no rancor or remorse

towards one and all

The enthralling environs

with green spectacle all over

distant rolling hills beckoning

one and all into its bracing breezy

embrace.

the

breeze a lilting soothing one

but

sensuous intoxicating caressing

the mind and body for a

yearning longing to merge

                                                               in its eternal beauty.

BARAAT BAND BAJA by BRIJKAUL

On

19th October many many years gone

by

with Baraat Band ‘Baja’

I became Raja

bedecked in typical Groom attire

the king of my sweet heart

on

a trail to wed the soothing bride

with

scintillating sensuous sparkling visage

beauty so heart warming

falling

for her prince charming.

winsome smile voice sounding

with the twang of her

nose.

Forty four years wafted like a whiff

of fresh scent of rose

years wear on

and on and on

snuggling twitching tingling playing

about the passionate moments

mingle into sensuous trance

culminating into fulsome

love and dance.

years wear on

and on and on

from evening to dawn

we love to trudge upon

long verdure stretches

and unknown sights

in the starry moonlit

nights.

     we hobnob with people

  of taste and love.

years wear on

and on and on

wife

not an apostle of lust

but temple of trust

A bed of flowers

canopy of blessings

companion of comforts

  for all the times .

cloudy or sunny.

marriage is cauldron of

love. love and only

love.

years wear on

and on and on

with

Baraat Band Baja

I became Raja.

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 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.

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THE BEAUTIFUL DREAM by BRIJKAUL

In the beautiful dream

I found her sitting on the edge of a

stream

with bare feet dipping down

into running placid waters

unmindful

of anything that matters

around

countenance lovely and fair

looking soulful and dear

I stealthily amble on and on

and once close by I whisper

‘hello my angel’

startled out of a reverie

she

fumbles ‘oh ; you made me scare’

‘never mind my dear

love you I swear’

her stunning looks

shook

my mind and the maze of sensuous

thought

drowned me deep into the fathom of her

heart

holding my head in her hands she rained

down kisses on my glowing visage

 I

gleefully responding cooing mingling

the melody of love making.

On

waking up I saw her

fast sleeping besides me

with that blissful

beauty.