She is not scholarly, yet flowerly

She is not scholarly yet flowerly

The looks,her feel, smoothness,

The radiance, the brilliant color, the heavenly scent

around her  complete the floweryness

She is not scholarly means not

She is uneducated, she indeed

Highly educated, qualified yet

More womanly, more gracious, more flowery

It’s just that the flowery her

Overtakes the scholarly her

A pleasant  presence to be with

Her scholarly brilliance then registering

She is flowerly yet scholarly

Is the reverse to get to know

When she opens up with her knowledge

The brilliance she displays

The flowery her still dominant

It doesn’t matter if she is not scholarly

Are there not rustic beauties

In the un educated, not so well educated lot?

The fact remains woman is flowerly

Whether scholarly or not so scholarly

She as a woman surpasses all the flowers

Acknowledged by all flowers, that’s she!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Angel glowing in the dark

She sat in the dark room

The day was about to break

She lit up the darkness

With her eyes glittering, smile bewitching

The Angel glowing in the dark

Her classic outlines , features

Mesmerizing , mystical

Turning the room alive

With the first lights still to come

That’s her magical presence

She repeats the magic

When dusk engulfs the day

Shining in the dark before the

Night lights switched on

Day break or dusk she glows

She shines in diffused mellow light

Not glaringly bright on the eyes

Soothing , comforting the eyes, the soul

Her presence permeates into the inner being

In sublime brilliance to see the inner light

She is uplifting, ascending the soul

Integrating the souls together

A noble passage beckons for the ascension

Into the universe with her light shining

Into the blank void, amidst stars, galaxies ever rising

-Mohan Sanjeevan

One person, too many…

One person …. too many

Intriguing? Wait ! it unfolds…

for gifted one person, too many personalities

for the unfortunate one person,  too many worries

for a leader one person , too many tasks to fulfill

for a learner in life one person, too many to learn

for a poet , writer one person , too many to write

for a mischievous one person,  too many lovers!

For a wander luster one person, too many places to go

For greedy one person, too many desires to satiate

For sciencey  one person, too many to discover,invent

For peace seeking one person, too many searches to find

For noble hearted one person, too many avatars

For adventurers one person, too many challenges

For positive hearted, one person too many possibilities

Mundane life is all about one person, too many

Contented, spiritual life is all about inner peace

A single source to seek within, to realize

When that is achieved too many is within reach

For the wisdom is limitless, vast as the universe!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Science is my agenda, poetry my magenta!

Science is my inspiration , purpose, motive

The propelling force to study, theorise, act

Science remains a guiding principle to contribute my mite

Poetry lends color to life, colour to thoughts, colour to Science

Yea science is my agenda, poetry my magenta!

Magenta most alluring color , favorite color to many

Coloured like pink rose, poetry makes things rosy

Agenda rhymes with magenta, poetry goes with science

Science comes into it’s fold making a science poetry

Agenda gets magenta the rosy pink color super!

Science itself colorful with atoms,cells,blood,light,nebula,stars,

Galaxies, blue skies, milky white clouds, oceans, silvery

Waterfalls all have the science of their own, tales of their own

What science catches by wits poetry matches with imagination

Painting in colorful words the magenta working in full  bloom

Studying , sharing, contributing all make science my agenda

Coloring emotions, love, nature in words make poetry magenta

Im happy with science, happy with poetry , still more happy

When poetry embraces science dishing out a delicious recipe

To taste, enjoy , cherish, go science go, go poetry go!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Pic : Pink(magenta colored) nebula. Nebula is interstellar cloud from which stars form

Thank you Sun, our own star

In the night sprawling the dark sky

Billion stars blink their distant lights

When the day light seeps in, the stars fade, vanish,

Rises the day time star bathing all in dazzling light

Thank you Sun, our own star, you matter most of all stars

You bring the much needed light for the activities

Energy for the world, the plants to make food

Without you we will never get to see the world in splendor

In all the vibrant colors, thank you for the day,

Thanks for pulling our Earth, us around you

Spinning us around, alternating into night and day

To take rest, sleep ,wake up afresh,carry on chores in the

nature’s arrangement to flourish life on the blue marble

being the nature’s own nuclear reactor generating

the energy, the much needed light to reach us

Reactions inside you to keep going billions of years,

Keep life going on here for as long as you burn

When you swell out into a red giant on burn out

Engulfing the blue marble and beyond we shall perish

That’s eons away, till then we shall thrive, thank you Sun!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Let go the flowery missile!

Cupid unleashes arrows of love

On the lover from the love bow he carries

Is the common belief from the olden days

Poetry is akin to the cupid arrows,a flowery missile

Let go the flowery missile!

Right words at the right places, right moments

Fall sweet on the ears of readers, listeners

Tasting most palatable dish, sweet, spicy,

With all six tastes of food a gourmet’s delight

The Poet launching them as cupid on the poetry lovers

The deadly war missiles come piercing the wind

Exploding with a deafening sound, wounding,

Destructing, demolishing the beings, buildings alike

The flowery poetry missiles come in contrast

Whistling sweetly to land ,explode spewing flowers

Poetry missile harms no one, soothes all and sundry

It’s magical potion, heart stealing music, delicious dish,

Most colorful flower with choicest aroma, the chilly waterfall,

Be ready for the launch let go the flowery missile!

Whishh.., whirr.., splash! bloom!

-Mohan Sanjeevan 

N.B: - my poetry page is titled "Let it go!(the flowery missile). This poem comes as the title song, title card for my poetry page.

Pink city living, pink rose loving, pink gal!

High fashion, High style,

The floating mesmerizing eyes

Set her apart from the crowd

Cynosure of all eyes, the gal excellent!

Pink city living, pink rose loving, pink gal!

Perfectly built with no inch in excess

Staying in shape, the envy of all gals

Looking younger than the younger she

A mature gal ,oh la! A bubbly teen!

she moves about sending all in tail spin

Dressed in traditional or modern costumes

She looks best , looks fabulous

Costumes getting a new look for themselves

Adorning, wrapping around her in thankfulness

New costumes waiting to be born for her

Rich gal in rich taste on science, space,astronomy

Pride of the city she lives, pride of the rose she wears

A sprightly pink gal in dazzling hue

It’s a pride knowing her, penning her into the verse

A musical delight, perfect symphony, grand bliss!

-Mohan Sanjeevan