Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 25, 2016

The First Rain-6~by Lopamudra Mishra



The First Rain-6

The first muttering drops,
Of the perennial cycle of season,
Fills me with its glorious fragrance,
The aroma of half soaked earth,
sweetens the space with its presence,
My spellbound heart waits for thy appearance,.

The ballad we shared,
The chronicle of love we exchanged,
The roses that bloomed in my garden,
Ripens with every unspoken drops,
Triggers my musings to pen my thoughts .

When the monsoon lashes ,
Its arrival in my roof ,
The typhoon in me searches
The core of my deeper self
Which tells I am in love with you,,

In the thorny cloud of nostalgia,
You wink with the cascading desire,
In the hours of solitude,
The heavenly dew reminds the cloud ,
That shroud me in burial ground.

History of rain knows,
How with each drop it grows,,
How powerful is the first rain,
How beautiful is the memory ,
That retains its essence in longterm.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 25, 2016

The velvet red attire,~by Akshaya Kumar Das



The velvet red attire,

The velvet red attire,
Presented by the flower,

The Green pasture,
The blue sky of the amber,

Attracting the eyes,
To take a nap with sighs,

The omnipotent Nature,
Decorated by the Gardeners ,

Gardeners doing wonders,
Planting, Watering , pruning & nurturing,

The gardeners magic sprinklers,
Letting the sapling to grow wonders,

The wandering monk often peeves at the garden,
Resting for a while for deeper self realization,

The velvet red flowers beautify the garden,
Heart surrenders with the soul to enjoy the horizon,
(c) Akshaya Kumar Das 25/10/2016

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 25, 2016

#sand_dunes~by Lopamudra Mishra



The carpet of warm soft soil,
Blanced in crimson red glow of setting sun,
The landscape of sanddunes laughs with a broad smile,
Slowly the redness wrapped its beauty n cool the scorching heat,
Marching camels n their rides in a merry moods,
Sand dunes changes its golden colour to gorgous red,
The music of desert sips the dose of intoxication,
The zigzag curves of dunes n the patches of throny bush wait for the revival,
Folks dreanced in the reddish ray n tune of folk music merge themselves to enjoy.
Beat of drums n tingling buzz of ornaments weaves magic,
The air of romance n the shading silent dunes exchanges a friendly wire,
Now let time take rest to hold the beauty little longer,
But the darkness is knocking with a blow to magnetic charm of desert view….

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 25, 2016

The Tramp And The Lady~by Neil Perry



The Tramp And The Lady

As I was walking down the street
I saw a girl I used to know,
And she was old, and so was I –
Caught in the ebb and flow –

Of life’s harsh business, moving on
To where, I dont know where,
As if a barrier had been fixed,
That filled our lives with care,

So that my pride got in the way
To make me stop to speak,
Excuses were, it wasn’t her,
Or boy, you’ve got a cheek,

For she was pretty well adorned,
And I was quite uncouth,
My greasy hair ran down my back,
I only had one tooth;

I was no pretty sight to her,
Although she was to me,
She had done well, while I had failed
To be, what I could be.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 25, 2016

. i don’t know~by Raj Babu Gandham



. i don’t know


i don’t cry
only my tears swell

i am not hurt
but my wounds bleed

i don’t speak
only my silence sings

i am not writing
but my words dance

i don’t ask
only my heart craves

i am not missing
but my thoughts haunt

i don’t chase
only my wants run

i am not brooding
but my memories do

i don’t say
only my heart beats

i am not ruling
only my soul does

i don’t know
why this happens

~ yathi

2016©Raj Babu Gandham

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 25, 2016

Daily missive for Tuesday the 25th of October.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Tuesday the 25th of October.

We use the word
It is bandied around
To be excused from obligation
Released from responsibility
When we rebel
Which even on non-uniform day
Is just another way
To conform.
But what does freedom mean
When anarchy can lead to chaos
Without labour we would starve.
If I could fly like a bird
Leave it all behind
Seek a deserted shore
Would freedom find me
Or would I die in the trying.
Even a bird needs
To have strength to keep flying
I would need a doctor
If I was dying.
Is freedom just another
Way to build an autocracy,
My rules means my way,
When the measure is self-rule
We inch closer to ruler.
So what is freedom
Can it exist
Outside the window
To my soul,
If it does should I enlist.
Stand up, use my voice
Or exercise my right
Of choice,
To abstain or refrain
From giving a name
To that which governs inaction,
When meanings
Are just politic
And rhetoric is a mouth full
Of words
In need of extraction.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 25, 2016

What Makes People Fall In Love~by rldubour



What Makes People Fall In Love

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What makes people fall in love? The question of the day.
Are angel’s sent down from above and guided straight their way?
Does cupid play a special hand?
For this woman and this man?
What makes people fall in love? If only I could see.
Has God already written this and this is what’s to be.
Although I am no scholar there is one thing that I know.
When two people fall in love they share a special glow.
To share a life of beauty, to share a life of charm.
Just to be together as they walk arm and arm.
To share their life with someone and know they really care.
To share in all their moments and know they will be there.
To share in all the memories that has come before.
To share in all the days ahead and what they have in store.
To share in all the good times along with the bad.
To share in all those joyous moments along with the sad.
What makes people fall in love? The question of the day.
Must be that special glow upon their face that gives it all away.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 24, 2016

Passionata~by Paul F. Lenzi





“Music in Red” by Marcia Baldwin

drumskin resonance

snared by the brush-beats

that syncopate passion

two hearts in their swoon

hand in hand for the

dance of all dances

bliss rising and falling

to rhythms of

generous urgency

teaching two lives

given truth of their troth

how a love can endure

in the keep to one tempo

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 24, 2016

The First Rain-5~by Lopamudra Mishra



The First Rain-5


The first gathering clouds looming ,
In the thunderous sky,
Invaded my torrid land through its ,
Meticulous sway,
Me astounding in the firmament,
counted my pulse and drops ecstatically.

Each splatter bore the alphabets,
Of loving earthly odour,
The music of dewdrops is rumbling,
In my corridors,
The pitter patter platter declares the ,
The parable of loving suitors.

The words exchanged in the clumsy lines,
Of crumbled love –letters,
Grows from the epicentre,
Of misty rain,
The rainbow momentarily adds,
The glory and basic colours.
To the relationship of throbbing commotion.
Two souls feels pleasure,
With the devoted aura of first sizzle,
The maiden drops thrilled the basement,
With the tickling of budding petals,
Adding more water to the green pastures,
The first rain lingers in memory of every lovers.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 24, 2016

What a wonderful cottage,~by Akshaya Kumar Das



What a wonderful cottage,

What a wonderful cottage,
In the lap of Nature somewhere in a village,

The scenic ambience with solitude in captivity,
The thatched roof stands tall amidst the pastures greenery of the vicinity,

An author would imagine the beauty in style,
Writing prose & poetry for miles & miles,

The solitude with scenery of the village,
Will provide threads for the story in assuage,

Basing open the soul before the horizon,
The letters will immortalize in the cocoon of oblivion,

The builder must be rewarded for the awesome cottage,
The thinkers paradise of written magnificence,
(c) Akshaya Kumar Das 24/10/2016

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