Stream Of Life Poem by Akshita Kohli

How long this stream of life must flow
Flaunting her ostentatious serenity in lofty mountains,
ere burbling in deep valleys where fragrant wind blows.
Taking all tender little flowers, bright yellow green ombre autumn leaves
Neglected progenies of the pliant shrubs, majestic trees.
High in the mountains;
Oh ye monals sing, poplar fronds jiggling with euphonious air emanating its soothing breeze
Sweet glacial waters of the brook running amidst holly fields.
Blossoming copse swaying and dancing in spring,
Birds chirping and whispering in the ears of the stream
Yonder gleeful aromatic roses sing.
Peacock capering with exhilarating music of the beautiful rain,
O majestic grandeur of his éclat plumes - so azure and green
Fireflies speckling the ebullient panorama with their golden blithe bling.
Euphoric waters of the brook rushes with a starling sound,
Running over rough rocks and stones,
Travelling a mile harkening sprogs.

Sitting along the banks, dipping their tender little feet,
Playing with dainty twigs
Blowing away skimming dandelion florets in pleasant zephyr
With multifarious array of wishes they dream
Hurling pebbles maundering in the unperturbed serene sunshine brimming brook,
Forming little eddies and bright joyous ripples;
Anon effacing wide into an endless flow of desires so innocent, pure and divine
Travelling high in the mountains across the boscage of willows and pines.
Sweet hubbubs of sprogs filling the air athwart the babbling stream
From lush green apple tickets o'er rye fields
Glistening leaves cusping the honey sweet dew
Evanescent golden days; a transient period when the world gleams.


Anon the youth begins - a chapter pristine new

Placid sweet waters of the rill giggles, glancing coyly at the carnival of joys oozing from lovers crimson red, pink miens
Their beguiling shadows undulating under the moonlit sky with silent cadence of the stream
Fragrant breeze ruffles trough the rill, with the long tresses of the lovers lass,
Yon tumble over her dainty charming face
Their mirth embalms the air as they sway with such gratification and grace.
Soft silver dew drops fondling fragrant jasmine petals shimmering in twilight
Birds begin to chirp across the horizon, anon the dark rice fields turn bright.
Stream now looks at the lovers bidding adieu with a gentle soul touching kiss;
suffused with contentment and ethereal pleasure, they feel a seraphic bliss.
With them, they take all the alluring ephemeral movements spent, ere apart
The stream cascades deep down the valley with all the enchanting love in her heart.


Flaring amber sun of the morn rises in the pink amethyst sky
Crimson, pearl white summer roses lurking in the serried and thick redwoods, O so high
Anon comes the velvet dark textured night
Divine moon peregrinates its destined path across the star speckled sky
Casting its silver serene light
Illuminating the orchids, blooming fields
Pensive furrows anon run across the forlorn old man's wrinkled heart and face,
sitting aloof with his lost rapacity in the dark dense forest glade
Gazing at the running rill,
harkening the woo hoo hoots of owls and counting the bats fly
Sans gleeful happiness and his pretty inamorata
Dwelling in the crestfallen pain,
Egad! Egad! O so dolorous, he sighs!
Life; in its gloomy tenebrous mien
Playing in the melancholic, subfusc rain.

Silent smiting the vision of all the unfulfilled dreams
Brimming brook keeps flowing along the enamouring hollies and sunburnt corn fields.
Reminiscing the lamented days
His pondering eyne wondering and enchanting the gambols of time flowing like a stream,
On her banks, once a playful sprog; he used to sit and dream.
His blood was warm,
He layed down in the arms of his lass all night long.
Coveting to live those movements neath the rainbow skies, singing carefree songs
Now unassailable death, his lone friend comes and whispers to him,
For she's the only one who remembers,
Inexpungable time unveiling labyrinth chronicles of life
Once in transient childhood
Blowing splendacious happiness hues from his naive tiny heart
With all the laughter and joy
Ere waking with the hunger of passionate fervent love
O he felt so coy;
Gazing fiercely in his maiden lover's eyne
With absolute alluring love, in an enchanting entice.
Weaving a thousand beautiful memories
Now besieged with great griefs,
Some unfulfilled wishes flowing with silver tears
Enduring the pain of dead whilom and the conflicting years.
In cold frosty darkness,
Fear of quietus strikes
Infused with scattered ashes of his wishes and desires
Wounded with harsh strifes,
Albeit the long perennial stream keeps flowing - for this is life.

The silver stream of great sagacity
Witnessed all the plays of life
Flowing across the meadows, o'er briars, midst tall trees and towers, from the heart of dense
luxuriant forests, O so green
Illuminating the crucial lesson yon -
To live every moment to the fullest,
Making life a splendiferous grand glorious scene.