HAIKU COLLECTION
in the sun
Desires have us seek
more wounds on vapid repeat
so to nurse and soothe
When the motes dance
in and out of the sun’s beam,
Mark your trail staunch true
Shifting paradigms
from deep within the I, of
Self — hoarded, amassed
Through the storm wayward
in the teacup, unruffled
I, step out in blithe
Viraji Ogodapola © August, 2022.
Haiku Collection
…a rainbow away
hold onto ends, loose
splicing the lives asunder
patching up the skies
crescent and the trough
an ascent and a descent
only a heart knows
glide along hues light
as the universe crumbles
in a day’s vent
Viraji Ogodapola © May, 2022.
SONNET
by beauty from within
Swallowing the world vast in whole
in the gentle bosom’s treasure trove
ardent ethos hidden — smeared in kohl
smothering ruth aplenty, the pacifier dove
my follies, tad trifle and many fold
my spirits ripe, gravid in wisdom true
the decree fierce, brazenly blatant bold
my love — gushing vehemently gallant through
parables vied for, in slivers of full moon
heartstrings spun splattered on mosaic hues
true wishes sprinkled to the heart’s tune
in the light of Vesper’s vista, in yonder cruise
touch of clemency in compassionate grace
for dance of Life, in transcendent embrace!
Viraji Ogodapola © May, 2022.
In celebration of womanhood — for the love and lives we nurture all along — for Mother’s Day, 2022!
FREE VERSE
in repose
Speckled spectacle in coloured petals awash on the paved path
cloistered walkway, serenely secluded in symphonic harmony
insouciance descending down in reds, yellows and sprigs green
Thicket of plush leafage by the side of memories long lost
skies wide open so to fill with your kind of rubble upfront
disheveled prospects beguiling audacious in morning delight
Brazen breeze caressing memories withheld in fervor
salient tears, off valiant moments lived long in torpor
On and on we walk… at daybreak past the prime
Should the mountains crumble down to the sea
beneath the horizon, heaving sighs of lighter shades
impregnating better days for souls scattered in supine
To bloom in an incessant eternal abloom
oblivious to a doom’s day’s grave gloom
Turn me over — spreadeagled — onto your day’s repose!
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
— Lao Tzu
