The sky is a poem

The sky is a poem,Painted in vibrant rhyme,It cries in gentle metaphors,That drench me time to time. All its hues are varied moods,In its colors bright and bold,Are underlying similes,And narratives untold. It blushes in crimson allegory,Through sun kissed golden odes,And merges into bleaker nights,And snowy, pallid roads. An embodiment of elegies,It lists to this…

Our very hefty Christmas dinner

Isn’t Christmas just a wonderful time of the year? The air is heavy with the celebration, the joy, the aroma of wonderful dinner. Ah! It’s just a day past Christmas, and I can’t wait for the next one to arrive. From a very recent conversation with a fellow blogger, I got this wonderful line, “Christmas…

The stream

A broken heart,Bleeds tears.But it’s thoseUnder her eyes,That fascinate meThe most.How they crashOnto her skinFrom the oceanOf her eyes.Raindrops,From the stormsWithin her.How they glistenLike a streamIn the fall.Only a stream:Is full of water.Her tears:Full of words.Words:That weave poetry,As they trickle.Down her chin.Into the etchings,Of my palms. © Shanyu Bihani 2020 This is a follow-up poem…

Helium Hearts – an ekphrasis

Perhaps it’s your gentle allure,Or those eyes that draw me in,But as I rise in yonder joy,I burn in love and sin. This love is lighter than the air,Our souls call out in swoon,If we no more on earth do meet,We’ll both still have the moon. For we are made of helium,We’ll fly and dance…

In a salad state of mind!

Na hallo fruende! Another wonderful week and I must say that it has been very healthy. You see, I just had another rendezvous with food and guess what? It had so much more to say!Every time I have a brush with food, I believe it to be the last of our ‘chance meetings,’ and as…