Seclusion, Purple Prose Of Past Poem by Sampreeti Mandal

Deep breath of purple monsoon paints
The canvas of hunger in olive green,
Fleeting droplets of Sun
Written on the leafy prose of grass
Brushes the outline of love.

Misty wall of river
Through a creeping gesture of breeze
Stares at the eisel of forgotten dreams.

Alleys between the virid rice fields,
Juvenile tendrils fluttering
Their wings in a windy dusk
Fill their colours in the empty vibrance.

Lonely seedlings sketch their bowers
Beneath the blazing blue sky
Near the turbulent heart of despair.

Youth in her scarlet lips
Uplifts the rainbow above the
Creeping lawn of darnels and
Draw the crimson clouds near the
Cozy shelter of horizon.

Afternoon plays the last
Symphony of light,
Pale orange drops of Sun
Dripping from the brown spooky creepers
Fades with a shudden jolt of shadow.

Rustic wings of night
Condense around the enlighted wicks of hope
And spreads the bliss of stars
Near my rain washed cottage.

Yes, then the time has crossed the tide
Cloud has crossed the drunken moonlight
The angel has disguised as a doe whispers
Will you go lassie?

My purple prose of past has kissed
The baby blue dawn.
I've seen the blackbird is returning.