The Lanturne is a five-line verse shaped like a Japanese lantern with a syllable pattern of one, two, three, four, one. A syllable is a part of a word that contains a single vowel sound and that is pronounced as a unit. So, for example, ' book' has one syllable, and ' reading' has two syllables.
Sun rises over peaks, morning glories bloom. - Crystal Rose
Nostalgic of infinity dreams debilitating heartache as it creates puddle of emptiness a streak of touch blurred my vision & tranquil restless musings,
silver droplets plummeted from pale - sky with wandering waves, scarlet lilies are flourishing to symbolic reincarnation of ecstasy - once i buried within my soul.
dark clouds swirling as the breezing wind kisses wounds to annihilate sinister rage, daisies in the garden appreciating - subtle rhymes of mizzles as it twinkle my eyes to see amaranthine colours of hope.
Chikari strings distorted - just as its rhythmic heart amid atrocious verses of thee - fluids in my neglected soul an audacious acquisition once - again to blaze my peace a fusion of sonata reveal bleeding melodies to illustrate fading love. invisible gestures of symphony portrait eternal ache, shattered dreams played vicious chorus - as i crawl back into reality to - sang never-ending misery.
When the world either plans to wake up or still lies in sleep, I open my eyes to your thoughts and take many breaths deep. It feels as if you are around whispering sweet nothing's in my ears Symphonies abound and my heart cheers. I feel your fingers touching as they trace the wide smile on my face. In a way I know , it's gonna be a good day.
And when the sun sets leaving traces of it in the sky. It reminds of your blushes when you look at me and then blood rushes in full capacity.
Last night, When crowd spelled the way called ‘ L A N G U A G E'. I stared in the eyes of Latin enchaner Mr.COMMUNICARE edifying ‘ ideas, feelings, emotions and thoughts'.. When I heard him , I found the orphic , meraki me, buried under horrid moon. Scripturient , kalon of my soul woke up with Ethereal stock of photographic words, And made me feel phases of realization..
How the syllables of ‘ S U K O O N ' makes you feel more dreamy than you are. In chaotic mind of dark corners, When dead heart of yours, Stands in front of mirror and you hear the note, ‘ Ê T R E C O N F I A N T', doesn't these letter makes you more ‘you' than you are. When the traveller of love arrives, With blooming flowers of notes saying ‘ A L A. R A S I ' does these notes of Urdu makes a string of pearl on your cheeks more pink than the petals of those marigold.
Tonight ,I wonder how the arcane of Metaphoric ascian core out promises, Atelier called punctuation makes a mark of difference between each stanza, novel and poetry of life, And how finally these all languages hold the love of mankind printed as, ‘ A M O R I S T. O F. L I T E R A T U R E '