Tag: Red

thoughts

The Eternity

Full of leaves green

no space in between

the hibiscus plant as seen

looks gorgeous with a gleam.

It is in full bloom

the flowers red in groom

blossom with a liveliness

being so many and in a dense

They are dark and deep

grow they in heaps

being uncountable as they are

seem to be tender in a flair .

The red and green modulation

present a fascination

both not soft in their décor

very strong to the letter.

One fine morning to a shock

could it be one in a stock

the leaves have fallen

lay there trodden.

Being absolutely bare

as if ripped off by a tear

the plant looks desperate

being in a withered state.

The red and green solidarity

expose now a disparity

a bubbling enthusiasm felt

turns disenchanted under the belt.

The transitory deals of the day

be it in any transactions in play

reveal the impermanence subtly

both in nature and in life invariably .

Tags flower, green, hibiscus, Poem, Red, Transitory

humourous Poetry

That day is a Red Letter Day
important in a way
great in a stay
not easy to play
more difficult to replay
it came in a sway
nay not in a day
in an infinity as they say
all turned gay
to see the day
held us in a bay
aptly called The Red Letter Day

Tags Day, gay, important, letter, Poem, Red

Poetry song

A Bouquet Song

Roses hold an enticing sight

no matter where they lie

be it on the plants around

be it strewn on the ground

they captivate the eyes

no matter what be their size

the smallest winks at you

while the biggest greets you

the blush seen in the red one

overwhelms us with a fun

the rosy rose smiles coyly

stretches our imagination extensively

there is abundant peace in the yellow rose

it is a transcendental feel in pose

that be of all the roses in a song

could also be a bouquet in form.

Tags bouquet, Poem, Red, Rose, Sight, Song

thoughts

Called “Vairam”

The hair has turned silver
the face reflects a golden hue
the lips display a coraltinge
while the cheeks are scarlet as ruby
the emerald tone overall
along with a sapphire feel
she in her platinum years
stands there as ebullient as rhodium
while all the precious takes the scroll
there be a charm of all in one
that be the lady at the stroll
baptized as “vairam” at home
translated in English as diamond
has she all the precious in her control
a rich lady not in name alone
in character and looks too as detailed above.

Tags diamond, emerald, Gold, Old, platinum, Red, ruby, Silver, vairam

thoughts

The Kaleidoscope.

With the colours getting into the thoughts

qualifying the emotions as taught

with white denoting purity

and a kindness that emulates directly

goes the black that brings in a morbidity

well black also has another quality

with black clouds flaunting rain

comes in blue without much strain

where the sky encompasses a bluish hue

along with the extensive sea to take the cue

followed by the beautiful rose

that denotes the Queen of flowers in a source

representing cheerfulness and spirit kindred

last comes the bright radiant red

extolling the brightness with an alert

indicating a danger lying in front

pursuing the bloody trials in a row

with a burning in an embittering grow

The colours get into our lifestyle

creating an interesting file

making over with a golden hue

reclining in an enchantment true.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Tags black, blue, Poem, Red, Rose, white

thoughts

The Evil Glows Like Cinders.

Post author By meenas17
Post date June 17, 2013
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With the good and bad living together.
With kind and rude holding hands together.
With mercy and evil going together.
the world lives in a perforation of impression.
It exists in a balance with the external
while the internal gets hung up in the middle.
Cracking through it plunges into the infringement
catching up with the good
and leaving the bad behind.
Unfortunately the evil clings to it
and like a parasite sucks the blood to the full
throwing the skeleton back into the maze.
Spewing venom and spitting vengeance
it gathers heat and crashes on the earth
making it bloody blood throwing into darkness.
the red shines in the dark black
looking like cinders flickering in the night.

Tags blood, bloody, cinders, Evil, Poem, Red

thoughts

The Red Rose Near.

The little red rose over there
beckons all for long
to see her colour shimmering in the sun
and her soft petals softer than anything
a touch would bring it down
a watch would be enough she says
a lovely look would take us over
a kind notice would make prosper
while the red rose is calling and calling
the human race is going on busy
having no time to see the natural beauty
but having enough space to sit and watch
the nature’s loveliness in pictures and in T.V relays with a look agog
and talking to each other about the beauty that is shown
while right before them there lies a bounteous
that goes unnoticed bringing to mind
that familiarity breeds contempt.