Rashmi Pitre has written more than 200 English poems . To view few of her published and sold poems please follow…
Few poems from her book of poems to be launched soon..
1. ‘A Beautiful Painting’
That all I had in my heart
Was all soft spoken by the art
It hurt me a bit as I looked at it
But it unfolded a picture I had truly never believed!
But I felt the warmth of her feelings
When my conscience hugged me a little
The blue face dipped in the universe of grief,
I thought would never come out of belief!
Abruptly it revealed to me,
Everything was fair when you thought it correct!
And the fire below,
Reached the sky…
That filled it with pure plums of hope!
Could you tell me…
“What the lady in the mirror had in real?”
A pessimist figure, An Optimist mind!
Published Work–© Rashmi Pitre.
Quiet the sunrays
Sit on my shoulders,
My cheeks, my nose,
And on my eyelids..
Sitting on the rooftop when I feel them..
Silence flows down to my heart..
The golden rays turn into beautiful memories,
And I see the white clouds..
Each with a frame of my nerves that experienced it..
Quiet ears hear the sound of laughter that rolled sometime back..
The quietness grows with every bird swinging from one leaf to another..
And I quickly step down the ladder..
Hoping the silence to break.. !
Published Work–© Rashmi Pitre
3. In the Golden moments..
In the Golden Moments of Life..
My heart clings to the beauty around..
I can smell peace..
And it breezes into my skin..
With a blush and glow..
To the lustre that lies within.. !
Published work –© Rashmi Pitre
4. Soul of the Forest
Walking in the woods
the Soul of the forest..
turning to the deep hues..
the river of running branches
the solitude of harsh particles of the silver dews of waterfalls
falling from a great height of maximum mountains..
the feet smile lovingly..
the new surfaces of the wet sun green leaves..
the babies of the birds require the familiarity of tune
carrying the pots of nectar on their heads
these females drank the jar of wet humidity and the scorching rays of dry..
tanned faces reveal the glory of twinkling dawn of the son of the grandfather
bewitching the proud blue hue heavens..
the skies sprinkle spices of rains on their daily bread..
amusing is their journey of unknown wishes and promises..
Let the Soul quicken the union of the one barked tree.. !
Published — © Rashmi Pitre
5. The Palette
In the palette of my used colors..
I see a picture..
a painting taking shape, size and body
by the neglected strokes
the strokes, dry, wet and flowing..
helping to build something concrete
the bed of these mousse-like color cakes..
chocolate, crimson, ultramarine and turquoise..so soft,
gather around and swim
as if happily bathing in the pond of my titanium palette..
The painting thus formed
forms the crust of my imagination..
lending a fresh breath,
refreshing my strokes
that rapidly create and complete my art .. !
© Rashmi Pitre ( Published work)
6. The Walk of Life ..
Sound of Sunset
reveals the innermost voice of peace..
the gliding of the ocean subtle
the touch of the shivering craft
Resounding the comfort of the wind
that fills it with cool aura..
net nets networks the nest of the weaver bird
all speak the tattering clothes
the plain domain of the rich craft defines
the geometry of the walk of life
Do tell me
who gave it the motion to swing along the waves.. !
© Rashmi Pitre ( Published work)
Thank you for reading..
more of Rashmi Pitre’s Poems .. in her Book of English Poems coming soon.. !