A Vesper Stroll
It was a blithe wintry vesper;
Strolled I, zealously anigh hillock.
The hillside’s scenario was glimmering green.
Perceived I, covey returning to nests.
Gazed I, the ranting rill
That divulged towards creek.
Clandestined the Sun in the west;
Enrouted I, amidst clump of trees.
The birds were twittering on the trees,
Akin to expressing obeisance to an entrant.
Else, were they in invocation?
Only the Almighty knew it!
Bees were humming around my ears;
Was it to enquire about my arrival?
Squirrels, those saw me at close quarters,
Ran hither and thither on trees.
Stood I beneath the fig tree,
By having my head in the clouds.
Squirrels threw figs over my head,
As though I was in appetite.
Hares were trooping around me,
As if they besieged an unarmed knight!
Soon turned murky, the clouds;
Strolled I back to my home.
On the way, squirrels, bees, and hares
Stood mutely gazing at me.
To be cocksure, as motionless as a grave,
I am not gifted as them.
To lead an innocent life.
Soon heard I an enchanting echo from trees.
I wondered, is it a cuckoo?
Nay, it was a skylark!
That expressed gratitude for my congenial arrival.
To me, that hillock’s scenario gave my heart and soul truce.
I wasn’t myself amidst the prolific nature;
Willy-nilly crept I home, with pair of hares.
(Note: The poem portrays a contemplative evening walk through a hillock where the speaker encounters nature in its pure, unguarded form)
Nocturnal Nature
Pensively promenaded I, as impetuous as a poet,
To accumulate few jocund inkling on dusk.
For sure, not as a bard,
But as a novice to nature.
Stalked I, barefooted anigh lake;
Jabbed some spines beneath my foot.
Yon reconnoitred I, do any luminous light clandestined in water?
Else, any celestial gem floats in lake?
Nay! It’s the waxing moon in the sky,
That seemed to tread on water.
Paddled I into the lake
To grab some pallied lilies.
Hardly perceived I any bloomed one!
Had the lilies been sailed under false colour by moon?
I knew not their intrigue,
Nor had I prescient criteria.
Chillness of water benumbed me;
Retrieved I, as cool as a cucumber, to the bank.
Is this terra God’s palette?
Obviously! Nature is the art of God.
Dark grey was lake’s scenario;
Stood reeds augustly amidst the lake.
Casuarina broke into tumult
When the west wind passed adrifting it.
Glow-worms scattered round the bushes;
Heard I croaking of frogs.
I felt languished by chillness
That pierced my chest and nostrils.
Homeward bound, strolled I,
For I had been there behind my father’s back.
As being benumbed by drastic cold,
I was at the end of my tether.
Soon felt I in the arms of Morpheus,
On the grass, supine anigh lake.
By morning, I began to fly off at a tangent,
When a highland lass harped on my shoulder.
I began to know the ropes of that wintry night,
For it cajoled me to sleep resembling lullaby.
No human hardly be preponderate
Than a mother and nature.
(Note: The poem explores the mystique and serenity of a wintry night by a lake, witnessed through the eyes of a novice admirer of nature)
Sonnet of Depiction
Never did I long in life
To love a brunette-tressed bonnie lassie.
Her enticing words
Appear as a testament of love.
Blush on her scarlet cheeks
Gives me heavenly bliss.
Rejoiced I, akin to Midas,
When I harped her.
Bacchus, perhaps, has green eyes on her,
As her seductive eyes supersede his wine.
Heavenly angels dare not withstand
Before her invincible trivium skill.
Oh Goddess Hebe! Boon me lyric skill
To delineate her with unquenchable love.
(Note: The poem emphasizes love as an aesthetic and spiritual experience rather than a physical one)
Sonnet on Cupid
Oh! Illusion of all illusions,
Art thou incarnated as Cupid?
Depicted ye with wings,
And hath armed with love-shaft.
Entwines ye many hearts of innocence,
And warms thyself in their perdu passion.
Thou drowns many hearts of sanctity love
Into your fathomless Lethe,
And creates many insane encomiast
To eulogize thy illusion deeds.
As Apollo transformed Clytie to sunflower,
Thou endears innocent hearts bend towards you.
Caduceus, I pray unto thee, resurrect true hearts
Whom the nebulous fiend Cupid has entombed.
(Note: The poem interrogates the deceptive nature of love personified as Cupid, portraying him as a manipulative force that ensnares innocent hearts and submerges genuine affection into oblivion)
Sonnet of Alluring Love
Thy radiance of face over me
Inspirits my virileness.
May be sometimes motionless the sea tides,
My love on you never rests.
When thought I illusion, a damsel love,
Discarded ye my ignorance to vision.
Smile in thy mellow lips
Miles my heart to starry skies.
If thy words could console me,
Like I, to be whipped by tyrant, thy father,
Turned I a renowned encomiast,
For ye kindled my fancies.
An arrow could hardly engore my heart,
But killed so, by thy raunchy eyes!
(Note: The poem shifts to passionate admiration, where desire is awakened through beauty, gaze, and speech, revealing love’s power to inspire poetic devotion and emotional surrender)
About the Author
Mohanarangam (1973) was born in Chennai, India. He has been passionately engaged with the English language since his teenage years. Inspired by many illustrious English poets, h developed a deep affinity for free verse poetry. Through his poems, he aspires to emotionally captivate readers and immerse them in a sense of euphoria.
