Akin to .
















Sprinkle me like you pepper the omelette over the vast hills..

Need imaginary wings to fly over the green grandiose magic...

Tiger roars, and pug marks  for company,

A  fine drizzle  wets and  wafts over  the  face  somnambulant

 Slush happily squeaks  underneath  the pair of sneakers 

 The earth breathes  its soul in the 
 wilderness whole...

And the birds mimic the unknown  piano keys 

 Tongue pops out to slurp in the sulfur taste of the raindrops that slip in

Rocky mossy globs a browsing elephant calf?


Winding footpaths unravel lush pubic hairs unseen in a country maiden

Pausing on a cliff,  a distant roar wafts in,
 the unseen liquid diver, a waterfall in all its lyrical strength.

Must have seen God..?
Yes, this must be  akin to ...



Bharath Umapathy

Comments

  1. Dear Dr.Delphin

    Thanks, your comment came in a flash and as a first, i am honoured . I will continue to entertain with my poetic fancies and wordy walkathlons . Have a nice day

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  2. it is one such a beautiful memorabilia sort of poem, therefore i need more time to dwell in and come up sensible comment. be back, pal!

    please change the template. thanks!!

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  3. Dr.Delphin,

    Writers can serve the purpose of the soul, but medicos keep the human breast alive to make the soul to live in.

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  4. Rich poetic play with words.
    //the unseen liquid diver , a waterfall in all its lyrical strength//
    Wow! Excellent!

    How is the following relevant? //A fine drizzle wets and wafts over the face somnambulant// First part has elevated feeling and 'somnambulant' subtles it. :) Is that the intention?

    The template does not justify the richness in poem. :-D My suggestion would be to change to a solid color.

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  5. Dear Prema,


    Even while you get wet in the shower after a hectic day, you feel sort of pleasantly drowsy feeling ,it happens to all of us. May be the piled up stress goes away from the body and mind and a complete relaxation embraces our being. The same thing might have happened to me when i got wet in the ethereal drizzle ( saaral in Tamil) The one difference is i got wet in the great showers which i couldn't turn off like that.

    If friends like you don't like the present template, it automatically loses it right to be right up there. why don't u suggest a good template friend.

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  6. That was lovely, your deep love for nature expressed so naturally.

    I am sure you would have loved reading 'Ode to the Nightingale' by John Keats. Robert Grubh

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