SHYAMALI POEMS

SHYAMALI POEMS

Image

I

SHYAMLI RETURNS

O Shyamali!

You’ve been away too long,

far too long to bear,

(Do  I still call you my own?)

Come Shyamali,

be with  me awhile,

lest dark shadows overwhelm my  night

and fireflies of hope  fade away forever.

Shield me with your eyes

so that I may feast upon the joy

to see you each moment.

Restore to me

the  joy of remembering

your touch on my  bare skin.

Allow me to sing

the  songs  that I  had once longed  to sing.

Be kind to me, O Shyamali

for I shudder to be  in the dark once again!

O Shyamali!

You’ve been away too long

Too long to bear,

Be with  me awhile

before dark shadows overwhelm my  night

and fireflies fade away forever!

Advertisements
Standard
YEARNING

THAT YEARNING!

image236

A lost seashell

pale and translucent

half hidden in sand!

I hold the seashell up to my ear

Till I hear and feel

the call of the deep,

the song of the sea,

The yearning!

Liquid fingers touch

the brooding silence,

The last- heard song

hides in meandering echoes.

And the unfathomable Blue

rises and falls within the shell.

Why so? Who knows the Secret?

The Waves return,

the roar rolls against the shore

“Let one great longing

meet another” ..

And the rising waves

claim the shell again!

bird

Standard
NATURE

WHEN THE STORM STOLE THE DAY

 

7075d20a5ddfc7847f3ffeddeabb5636 (1)

The storm was over!

Full leaved branches of neem and asoka

wrenched off unceremoniously

lay orphaned ,forlorn, and cold,

over puddles of water.

Restless cars and bikes, on hold,

belched clouds of smoke.

Bill boards of  last election peeled off

damp faces of winners and losers (fates sealed?)

Rain-washed blue- canopied  metro station,

home -bound, restless bodies, tired faces,

dreams of hot meal and sleep.

Lost in itself, the brazen bougainvillea,

trailing over the  iron fence

dull and listless in the molten sun

braved the wild wind, rain and hail

and perked up with hope and desire

dreaming of another day!

The storm was over

Was the leftover day same as before?

Lost in shades of black and blue, and grey

battered and bruised, the hapless day

limped out of the tunnel of darkness.

Unkept promises, unreached destinations

Known fears, tragic conclusions- all

faded into stormy wilderness!

10426815_10202315730681316_3040684124185151448_n10409006_10202331199788034_6532288622563454473_n

10013817_10201947398633245_19242180_n

 

 

 

Standard