Biography of Arnav Penrhythm
Aspiring poet and a writer. I am quite fascinated by the abstract idea called life. Philosophy lures my mind to an unfathomable degree. I prefer to write in old English as to me, archaic words have an essence of innocence and lucidity within it. It has the past glory and sanctity of feelings and emotions wrapped around it. For me, literally 'Old is eternally gold'. But still I try to adapt this old mind of mine to the modern context of my life and intertwine the two to pen down and produce my thoughts in the form of poetry. Currently working on my first amateur experiment with sonnets.
Arnav Penrhythm Poems
My Love Is Like A Beautiful Garden
My love is like a beautiful garden Whose flowers spray the fragrance of my love Where blooms the rose- of priceless golden But the gardener's worth is all above!
When The Heart Sings Alone
Standing upon life’s crossroads When parting ways are we to make Singing some million melancholic odes Moist of eyes, we partake
Sonnet 1 (My Only Love)
My only love is what beauty look E’en maidens of fairest youth surpass The Naiads envy sitting by the brook For lived none, fairer than me bonny lass
Time To Laugh
Lo! Tis time to laugh my dear For later tears are to be shed Bring that smile and lose all fear As hereafter I’ll be gone and dead
Beauty Lies In The Eyes Of Love
O’ charming, so kindness intense And captivates even a heart broken In solemnity, and who art lone? For, sincere tender; guileless manner
My Heart Flies Away
My heart flies away Kissing the leaden sky of day When linnets sing o’er silent vale When whistling by the wind, do sail;
On Seeing The Sun After Many Days
Left to myself on endless night Craved I inside for the morn The wind whispered my unspoken fright Fear, I stay shalt forlorn
Sonnet 2 (Service Of Love)
How strong is this pain that I suffer? E’en death will be more pleasing than this Thy deep brow’d glasses reflects not stronger My feel down the drain - all hug and kiss
Miranda (Part 1)
Miranda, Can you fathom this distance, The one which is diffusing between us? Can you sense the air, which
A Conversation With Mr. Tea (A Burlesq...
I accosted, unexpected for ears To have a tea speak to hear But well verily, happened it so When and where? E’en I didn’t know
Sonnet 5 (In Darkness My Love Is My Savi...
When darkness to my eyes slowly slips Abysmal Tartarus appears all small ‘Tis my love that safely keeps My heart that sinks, and faintly do fall
Sonnet 4 (Me Bonny Lass Is Like The Red ...
Me bonny lass is like the red flower Who smells of love and enchanting hue That eglantines can ne’er doth shower Essence! E’en the violets that grew
Sonnet 3 (A Choice To Make)
Time walks slow, but heart rhythms fast This lone gift of yours despairs and prick The sensation! No, pray don’t make last Come thou close if memories not thee pick
Sonnet 1 (My Only Love)
My only love is what beauty look
E’en maidens of fairest youth surpass
The Naiads envy sitting by the brook
For lived none, fairer than me bonny lass
Her voice sweet as Apollo on his lyre
All hearts transfixed by the enchanting spell
E’en the nightingale to it aspire
But her beauty wrapp’d within her dwell
Her gentle touch is what heaven feel