pulchra_poetica

The hills would darken to a blue so deep; no flower could hold, The horizon would come ablaze : alight ,as the clouds unfurled; As the chariot of gold traversed the unfathomable yonder,  And Jerusalem awoke from a restful slumber. Man descried this wonder: He could not help but ponder;  His musings spurred beauty,  Which in the eyes of the beholder guises itself as simplicity.  A reality - With prolific variety. He behaved with propriety;  But oh! The Renaissance spurred by gaiety; Was the best and the loveliest of all.  Then he, with surety  Established foremost an antediluvian society. Civilization became synonyms with piety; Sacrosanct was the aspiration of every dynasty;  As he adorned palaces and temples with great sculptures of ivory  With murals of every deity,  As he gave in to spontaneity,  Man realised, although gradually-  That Art was his entirety. ~pulchrapoetica  Ananyaa          ...

I looked into your eyes  My heart , ecstatic, shattered into a million pieces I drowned and sharpnel rained down on us A sigh Your green eyes they had entire oceans in them They say, I recalled : the eyes are windows to the soul And your oceans my dear had a depth I could not begin to fathom Your eyes held my gaze , startled You remind me of olivine and of peridot You take me back to the emerald circlet my grandmother slipped onto to my finger I journey the universe in your soul Because what are our souls if not vessels? (they're not vassals , never have been  The sharpnel that deluged , you glean was not sharpnel at all an We were teleported Central to the orbit of juliet , the incandescent or We're extraterrestrial now Akin to diamond At home in a way we are yet to discer With time we will know We will learn that ever so often people say things that hit perplexingly close to home We look for an abode In people , in places , we go to lengths of insanity to fossick for it in m...

An evanescence of time , A flash of green here , And a splash of turquoise right about there;  A glimpse of violet infused with an amethyst hue , A remnant of marine here , A wisp of azure and an Amaranthine gradient . "The lights are spectacular tonight" , whispered the girl: Eyes alight with the purest and holiest of colours ; Breath fogging , Cheeks flushed , And eyes blooming with the sheer effort of denying oneself of even a fraction of a second - Of drinking in that beauty , Of committing it to memory . Almost as if memorizing something never again to be seen , Never again to be chronicled in the memoir of time itself , As if those colours would never again be the same ; Infused a quantity of another that could never again be perfected : Coalescing into patterns never again to be etched into the fabric of the universe ; Never again to become or an entity as a whole- Never again to appear so singular as the moon ; a sojourner traveling by his lonesome. Perhaps it is true...

  This summer The weather is sultry, The summer sun beats down on us, The heat relentless, The night sleepless, The sky starless, And yet; A breath caught in my lungs, A dream transitioning from fantasy to reality, A hope, A wish, A prayer, A desire, A request, A confirmation, A commencement, A renewal, A possibility, Of having the truest wishes of our souls drawn into reality; Of having our slate made anew; Of having colours brighter than ordinary Chalk to adorn it with; Of being certain that they would last, And that they would not run off No matter what, No matter what; Of having an interlude filled with immense joy And yet; The mind is addled with the promise of  monotonous routines, The souls miserable with the notion that this revel , this breath of fresh air will soon be gone , reduced to a thing of the past; I am maddened by thoughts from this vein, Overwhelmed by the idea of not putting to good use this gift,  this time , this quicks...

 I arose from my slumber With a utopian chimera  Trusting my fancy to eventuate  And as I pondered,  The glorious sun rose, Shining in my eyes  Adorning my mortal being with a heavenly veil of gold An iridescent phosphorescence ; I descried a sea of stars  The cerulean immensity of the ocean - Azul; The sky - Damask ; The clouds - Amaranthine ; I pulled myself out of my conceit , Only to find ; That this was no mere fantasy  But an unfeigned reality  And I thought,  To exist , is all! - Ananyaa Joshi  Imagination diaries

 Life is a genesis Of gentle nuances A prologue to a novel self authored Life is akin to a crystal crystallising A bud flowering  A tale commencing  Death is a termination  Of mortal existence A quietus of the revel that was life A denouement of mortal suffering  A foreword of divinity A novel birth  A christening performed by stars  And wished upon by the sky Blessed by the moon  And cherished by the sun Life is the demise of darkness And death is the enlightenment of the soul Both equating to an eradication of ignorance  Life is the dawn of night  And death - the onset of sanctity. ~Ananyaa Joshi