Painting My Own Sky : Rondeau

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I am painting my own sky,

in the shades of black, grey and white.

Cloaked in my pathetic existence,

ghosts of my thoughts dance,

surging above the roof and moving high.

A silent melancholic lullaby,

echoes in the dead valleys and dies,

leaving my bleeding soul hanging on a lance,

painting my own sky.

Birds of dreams are dry,

never wishing to fly.

In this vast expanse,

I roam in trance,

painting my own sky.

A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short - a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one

God is Walking Beside: Go Vat

When warm summer breeze brushes by,

bees, butterflies happily fly,

remember God is walking beside.

Mighty mountains stand tall,

to atrocities never they fall,

remember God is walking beside.

Sometimes darkness clutters mind,

but , still a speck of  hope we find,

remember God is walking beside.

To enlightenment when we wake,

And when last breath we take,

remember God is walking beside.

Go Vat(Cambodian Poetry form): each line is most commonly 8 syllables,rhymed, turned on only 2 rhymes, aaB aaB aaB etc.

Oh! Death I Praise Thee : Kyrielle

Life  is fragile and faint,

engrossed in emotions all vain,

only one thing is perfect,

and it is called the death.

A companion to the core,

it’ll never leave you alone,

loyal at your last breath,

and it is called the death.

A salvation from this world,

towards the cosmic underworld,

where every soul collects,

and it is called the death.

Kyrielle : French poetry form, usually eight syllables per line.Rhyme scheme a. a. b. B..... c. c. b. B..(B is the refrain)

Of Moonlit Night: Constanza

      At night when moon slides downhill,

she becomes the enchanted earth,

many emotions then unearth.

Savouring balmy glowing chill,

jasmine blooms lose themselves,

heavenly spell, in moon’s well.

Glens and glades, silent and still,

foggy hills, touch the stars,

a deception ,a mirage.

Pollen shower all over spills,

a shadow beneath drenched in tears,

lost in, mysterious fears.

Earth gazes through daffodils

dawn breaks, the white orb dissolves,

in a moment ,earth’s love lost.

Constanza: 5 or more 3 line  stanzas. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read successively as an independent poem. Rhyme scheme: abb,acc,add,aee,aff...

The Wolf - Girl

Pale moon magic strong,

night seems dark and long,

when the forest sleeps,

her heart weeps.

Her howl, mountains can hear,

soft morning-dew drops are her tears,

her paw-prints left on snow,

roam aimlessly not knowing where to go.

Echoing through the white wilds,

her mourning song glides,

calling for her love, who was lost,

memories haunt her like ghosts.

Every night, the dead silence breaks,

cracking frozen ground and lakes,

the wolf - girl cries,

besides the grave, where her lover lies.

Dandelions: Sijo

Dandelion emotions watching ever shiny sun,

dream of catching that can’t be caught, but only seen and felt,

the ardour warmth from far soothes their embrace, deliquescing cold wave.

Dandelions whisper to themselves of radiating sunrays,

flickering, hovering, dancing as they spread over them,

blooms of dandelions gazing at the sun, to taste its essence.

Bright morning sunshine love dangling above, peeping coyly,

heaven rejoices, clouds sing, for they have their love of life,

dandelion seeds carrying their hearts, fly far to touch the sun.

Sijo : Korean poetry form, can have any number of stanzas Each having have three lines. Each line varies between 14 and 16 syllables. The first line  states a theme, the second line counters it, and the third line resolves the poem.

A dandelion flower wanting to take a journey to touch the sun, (for Poetry jam).

A Place Under The Sun

The glowing light of star,

comforting us in the darkest hour,

a piece of God's heart,

looking upon this earth.

Rays of orange hue,

sparkle our life’s views,

pure golden light,

burns with God's might.

Central part of the universe,

giving strength to us,

glowing with God's blessings.

A place under the sun,

a place within God’s urn,

is safe for everyone.

Published in "Rewrite Sunlight": A Poetry Anthology 2017