Unfathomable Love for her mystic smile

Unraveling the elements of my mindless love, I dream of a paradise of harmony.

We smile and begin our voyage.

None brings the blues branding the yellow river.

She sings a melody of her heart.

I melt with her melodious voice.

How do we spice up our love?

Crimson Tide sinks in the Ocean of bliss.

I blink at the horizonless caves of wisdom 

dwarfed in my poems.

Symphony smiles at her.

We will splash the blues and resist the urge to spill the beans of yesterday.

Water flows through nothingness.

I am haunted by my chisels of love carving out a chaotic breeze in the world of words.

Her smiles freeze my thoughts forever.

(Copyright: © Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, September25, 2024)

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Grey hounds the blues

She remains a mystery diamond.

Her blinking light stays ahead of the blues branding the yellow swifts in love.

Mosaics of the past bring out the lasting limits.

Nothing silences the past in the bullying seasons.

The Crown of the Red dwarfs the vistas of the silky cloudburst.

Oceans drink the endless stream of rivers losing themselves in love.

We see the fish fly in delight at times.

Clicks of the future flick in the pleasant ooze of the present.

We shiver in the dreadful strangeness, while we create a new canvas in the shadows of love lost in life.

His goatee smirks at creativity for ever.

She smiles at his wilful deception to blink out of nothingness.

Her strings of Passion cry aloud to sip the sadness.

He melts with her in love and lust.

Nonchalant is his rocking horse to spill the dots of vacuous splurge of ego.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, 11 August,2024)

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The Crayons of Love

The Crayons of Love

I storm into her vista of love;

She winks at me.

I smile at her wisdom, 

mimicking my shadows.

Craved for her love, though she frowns upon my delayed response.

I live in a timeless universe 

and empty out everything for her.

We do not silence the echoes of our hearts longing for the communion.

Saddened by the blues of her Utopia, 

my daydreams dive into an ocean of nothingness.

Syncopate the best with the worst,

even when we sing 

a song for the Divine Intervention.

I know all about her crayons.

How do they dance on the blank planks?

I am not flanked by the spies spilling the beans, but my sparrows point out the flimsole line on the sinking ship of a merchant.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,July03,2024)

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Blindspots of Love

Blindspots of Love

I smile at them.

Nothing stops us.

We are free to ooze out our nostalgia.

Faint memories of love stick with our hearts.

I love what she is.

She likes what I am.

None spills over the blindspots.

Time ties her up.

I am silent.

She misses the links of my love forever.

Melting the mindless echoes of love,

I speak with the shadows of the past.

Where am I going to?

I don't know the pristine prisms of love.

Crystal balls roll around us.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,May02,2024)

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NB: This poem is dedicated to the refugees in Sudan.

Mimetics of Mundaneness

Mimetics of Mundaneness

I spin on the web of freedom.

She cries all alone.

To change the needs, the butterflies fly between the jasmines and chrysanthemums.

Folk music geeks into my ears and swings my moods.

Hollow roads are free from biases but a red colour car stays stagnant.

Where are the peacocks irked in the lousy days of summer?

I twitch the angels and the barbed beauties, wherever they strive to be the beasts of fanaticism.

Nothing stops their lunatic narcissism.

We smile at the Moon lit night and its love for the simmering stars.

How is love lost in the world of pious absolutists?

Blossoming roses wink at the lulls of the day!

(Copyright: © Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, April 24,2024)

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The Tamarind Tree

The Tamarind Tree

Dreadful host of the parted souls, she smiles at those who taste the tamarind.

Flip the foliages to seek the sages.

Mosaic of transition triumphs over the dark web.

A strange Hermit stokes the flames to blush the petals of fecund flowers.

Jasmine blossoms quite early on that day.

Pyramids of Love invoke the blessings of the Mysterious Moon.

Shyness speaks volumes of her lust and love.

The menace of a sudden reverie imposes the museum of artless hearts.

A beggar tricks her to part with her greed.

Sympathies swim with the waves of calmness.

(Copyright: © Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, April 23,2024)

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Syrup for the Selfishness

Syrup for the Selfishness

Mysogeny inks a link with the pastness.

None swipes the cartels of cautious pessimism.

Festivals of future monopolies oppose the world of boundless love.

I smirk at the doves of peace, shuffling now and then to squeeze the ripened mangoes.

Bamboozled to sink in the tyranny of reasons, astrologers melt in the motionless monotony.

Creepers stay away from the trunk of the Peepul tree, climbing ahead of the waving meadows.

I mind my mimes to spell the dullards of wayward wisdom.

"What makes you a blissful magician?", asked my nephew.

I spin on my way to daydream about the losing messiahs of  selfishness.

Limestones lie bare with the blues.

The shadows of the doomsday hang over their heads.

Life is known to be a path of light for the poets of prophesy.

(Copyright: © Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, April 22,2024)

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