Rainy Sarmistha writes

A TALE OF A GYPSY

Editing my indoor rebel

Driving slowly along the edge of the pitched road

I travel like an eccentric gypsy

I earmark the raging storm

That is peeping in behind the murky clouds

From the eastern part of my outrageous curiosity

The elusive illustration of mind

Was illuminated by the dark illusionist

On the grey dust of contemplation

The silver dew drops immersed in the magic spell of thunder storms

Ecstasy!

Performed as a blaze in the emotional aftermath of craved more

A piece of my consensus shattered like a delicate glass

Collecting one by one I conjure my own fantasy

The tunnel of my soul perceived an exit to the light

Where I saw an envelope with a key

Delighted I got the key to the door beyond life and death

A gypsy I am without regression, my journey begins where it ends


 Gypsy Dance -- Richard Lipps

Rainy Sarmistha writes

Me and the Dark Wood

The infinity call of the dark wood

echoes violently, screams silently

The melody of the half-baked moon

brings a proximity of the night

towards dawn

The half slept nature

is breaking her silence

by singing the song of love

with the rhythm of the fountain

The veil of the darkness

slowly unveiled by the desire of the forest

and seduced by the sumptuous silence

Dear Love!

I ponder a plush pavement through the heart of dark wood

and surrender myself to the king of nature.

 

 In the Dark Wood -- Kay Nielsen

Rainy Sarmistha writes

SHADOW OF A STRANGER

Blinking, trembling quietly

I follow my staggering fantasy

The oozing demon of her integrity

Nurtures with the sense of a calm anticipation

It’s a dark night today

She could not even stop thinking

The cloudless night under a fat moon

She prepares a moment of joy

The silver light of moon

Looks as cold as a ball of ice

The rushing radiance of his every touch

Pierces in her flesh of passion

And her desire bleeds with anticipation

The shadow of the thirsty traveler

Stood silent at the core of her soul

The vast expanse of the night

Witnesses the longing of her beloved

O she screams with ecstasy

Dark night indeed it is!

That is icing my temptation

And slowly moving forward

For a completion of the night

Into a day.

 Shadow -- Cheoi Hee Lim

Rainy Sarmistha writes

BOAT OF LOVE

My Love!

The boat of a million years

consists of the truth of love

once it's departed by pain

The nib of my pen

scratches so many poems

that it bleeds continuously

from the wound of separation

The oasis of desire

ignites the fire beneath my skin

and could erupt as a volcano in proximity

Sailing the boat of contemplation

I go far on the sea of ethereal expedition

where I experience beyond the soul

There must be no departure

it is an illusion in a desert of my dream

because the soul never gets departed

as the soul consists of us the boat of love.

 Omer Khayam's Love Nest -- Samer-Bani