Redamancy 💌 Short Poem 💌 NN

Redamancy

Where sky pinks into dusk

Where it settles into moon's silvery husk

Where there is blush of a crimson bride

Where the flutist tunes are like pearls on a ride

I'll meet you there where sun meets the sea

Where all is eros,

all is redamancy

Hand in hand | A Short Rhyme | Neha's Notebook

hand in hand,

feet in sand,

stars shimmering in the sky,

water splashing on the land.

The Moon in Romance – A Poem

 

 

folded in the arms

of her beloved, the infinite sky,

the moon seems to

blush a quite these days

 

Earlier it was silver white,

But it appears to be

the colour of a rose purple-pink

nowadays…

 

sparkles oozing through her rim

like an embellishment tucked with precious gemstones,

freckles of stardust shimmering like a frilled silverthread ribbon,

like a silken tapestry fluttering at an invisible tone

 

as zillions of tiny little stars

dance to a silent melody,

the moon herself spins around, round and round

to the sky’s parody,

singing lores of love,

telling tales of the ancient wild, in poetic sounds

 

a mysterious enigma of romance,

pulsating in the chambers of her heart

rhythms of quietness chiming in her veins

delicious sweet flutes playing inside her, part by part

 

this is a poem of her romance,

but don’t take it to be romantic anyway

it is not romantic, not at all,

you will come to know this,

only when the clinking white moon

is born again as the blazing golden sun

roaring fires in the mornings