God’s garden

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Ekphrastic review: “The garden of earthly delights”
by Heironymous Bosch. First person point of view as me the narrator as God, The Creator.

The exotic world unfolds
amid unclasping of my experiments,
new creatures of creations unwind
as a silhouette to those gigantic mountains,
as if they eavesdrop,
unique in the bliss of
the advent of “God’s own country”
“The gardens of earthly delight”
By my dream child, Bosch.

The Eden garden , yes, I am God and
Bosch is my dream child etching
the future of history,
so far peaceful without any follies,
creatures with tusks- elephants,
towering legs of giraffes with long necks,
dainty deers and humongous hippos,
birds swarming through the azure unpolluted sky,
none can fly like them in future,
animals with horns,
unicorns drinking water pristine.

Apes gape on grey elephants,
bears and lemurs
gaze gorilla-like creatures with grimace,
they lack the grace that I have planned
for my creations
called mankind,
plants have been planted,
seeds of growth implanted,
air and water abundantly created.
Archaeopteryx and
beautiful birds of myriad shades
welcomed into the world of wonders.

Bosch will incarnate many centuries later
in a country called “The Netherlands”
(I haven’t created any boundaries)
as a painter par excellence of times Renaissance,
for right now I have sketched
two figures, similar yet dissimilar
with an extra sense called the common sense
with different physiological features,
Adam and Eve.

I welcome Adam and Eve, my most prestigious, priceless, pristine
petal-like delicate creatures
into this paradise of harmony.

April 6, 2020

Copyrights @ Brindha Vinodh

A Weird Dream

I meander through hair-pin curves

of posh lush greenery with strangers

in oblivious adventures of lurking dangers.

It’s spring yet traces of smog smear

but a hundred roses beckon me to behold—

Yellow, crimson, violet, red and pink;

they wink with the pride of a princess

with subtle drops of dew teasing,

“Touch me if you can.”

And then it’s adieu time

to those strange-looking strangers,

one looking like a clown wearing a gown.

When back home, it’s Diwali time

where I am awaited with benign belligerence?

Yeah….that’s how paradoxical my family peers

for they want me to make some sweets

and I end up making triangle-shaped ladoos,

I say I have invented something new.

I am complimented with ebullient exuberance

and it’s celebration time with fire crackers soft and hard

that garland the azure sky merrily mesmerizing.

Buzzzzzzz..the alarm beeps

Only to wake up to yet another beautiful morn,

I can’t wait to narrate to my family my most weird dream.

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April 4, 2020