Vista

Panorama

Vivid droplets dancing on the leaves,
Early morn' dew licking the grass,
Air ,pure,limpid and thick liken to glass,
And a grey transluscent veil acts as eaves!

An aged tree of lore hinders,
A slow wind fighting to pass amidst,
Gnarled twisted branches root the mist ,
An aura of peace transcending reality lingers..

No melody as beautiful as this silence,
Ever settled upon this forgotten knoll,
A benign beauty beseeching human soul,
Commanding harmony, commanding our senses...

The spring balm fragrance of faraway fruits,
Consumes one, evoking transports of joy,
Thought and Spirit capitulate to a rivulet,coy,
Arousing the scent of damp mud and tender roots...

Raising goosebumps for a time brief,
Pleasantly cool condensed drops roll down the skin.
Never having felt a feeling akin,
Moist eyes shed warm tears sans laugther,sans grief.

Rhyme Scheme [a,b,b,a]

Guilty- a sonnet

Guilty

Octave

Ridden with that feeling so predominant,
Agonizing a mind, that ceases to exist,
A cold blooded betrayal of morals incumbent,
Upon his cult shrouded in mist.

Hidden amongst innocent men of everyday,
Some pure, some with shades of grey,
He wanders alone in moral decadence,
The worst sin knowing no redemption,no penance.

Sestet

The earth relinquishes its hold over a thousand souls,
Bracing the impact that creates a wanton hole.
In its wake, a calm bestowing no peace,
Prevails,more chilling than a december breeze.
Descrying this carnage stands He, a malevolent shadow,
Knowing not the torment of guilt that will follow...

- a sonnet

Unmetered

Rhyme Scheme:

Theme 1:
a,b,a,b
a,a,b,b
Theme 2:
a,a,b,b,c,c

Epitome:

Theme 1:
The guilt tormenting a man who has commited a grevious crime... a rebel, a terrorist any one who personifies antisocialism
Theme 2:
The actual crime committed is described.. here an explosion killing thousands...the man at that time knows no sorrow, no regret caught in a rage ingrained,that has taken over his senses.