love when flows by the heart,
soul seems to redeem by the faith
as when croons by admiration in allegiance
resurgence of joy rebounds in velvet
the breath of blood whirls faster red
the wind slithers slow to swoon by truth
speed of the sound touches the blue in moon
the warmth when resourced from the fire
the sun in orange resurrects by the glow
still indigo of stones talks even if speechless
when it cringes or crinkles apart alone
as when deaden being bereft of colors
leaf of pine resumes chilled still by the green
across the silvery snow of Alp’s allegiance
thrill yet crisps in yellow when alleged
love yet happens to be mystic blue
by the gleams of colors in the dew
when glimmers from the rainbow’s vibgyor
as if resuscitated from the spectra colors
You think in beautiful colors, Dr.Kar. Your poem is a solace for the eyes and the spirit. It is a privilege to give you a ten. Warmest regards, Sandra
Love beautifully depicted, heartfelt and captivating! A pleasure to read indeed! ! *10*! ! Best regards Dr. Kar, ~ Friend Thad ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘…love yet happens to be mystic blue…’ In English Blue says about gloom…but in many poems very opposite I found… Blue is favorite color of poets…here poet has used velvet, red, blue twice], fire [has a color], orange, indigo, green, silvery, yellow, Vibgyor… Color speaks much [1] The breath of blood whirls faster ‘red’ ~ for a bed? [2] Still indigo of stones talks even if speechless ~ yeah stone speaks a lot…we’re deaf… Swami Vivekananda opines stone has a say if we have that quick ear to hear…and it’s melodious and minstrels…audiophonoc candy Wonderful poem splash and splurge of hues …enjoyed much 10 Ms. Nivedita UK