It was as if a ladder ( after Guardian)

 

 

It was as if  a ladder  ( after  Guardian)

 

My memory recoils  the bamboo made

Solid structure of ladder much sought after

Used often in ancestral house of cleaning

And painting in great vigor.          

Each rung had its shine and bend,

Tilted and slant often putting   climber

In fear and dilemma, still ascension

was  thrill and challenge  and pride.

Kept in corner, each rung started

falling, only empty space,

as if one third of your life span

falling, your being slowly vanishing

in air, a dismay disturbing you .

A demolition strikes and debris

Piles along dust  and demure,

Amidst scented flowers nod,

Ladder laughing  at its own self

Amidst rungs going and gone.

 

 

A after "the Bread of Childhood by Ihor Pavlyu" Guardian

 A after  "the Bread of Childhood by Ihor Pavlyu"  Guardian   

Gone are those days of    porridge  and cake

delicacy and taste by the blessed hands of grandma

a culinary taste  and gift which we the inmates 

can never forget even today.

Even today, my embroidered memories  swaying

under the agelong  tamarind tree  and urchins picking

playing - a game  and past time our village records;

my mood sings along  brook  cool passing ;

TIME does not fly without imprint of those days,

a feel or loss of precious something is cranky 

in my blood, my mind and mood, but that crankiness

is consolidated into solid deepening cry. 

Peacock feather in between my books,

  parrots chirping  a rarity of sight and  voice

 I see  in my  eyes, my past days, my present

immediacy veering around.

something is wanting, something is wanting

 not a waste, but a must to rebuild our past.

After Guardian Oh wert thou in the cauld blast

 

How can i see you shiver in cold,

your lanky body and mood shaken

without support and efforts?

but in cold days and unsheltered  hut

you curled devoid of any assistance,

nor did you  approach me for aid;

our days of mutual warmth,

our endearing moments 

give and take and compromise

all nullified by time's collocation

when thou were separated for a while,

 me too tolerated and left to Time's doing,

in my gloom and dismal hours

you  would come and console

you were  queen in unbounded 

care  and my need which words

cannot suffice ;birth sees its best

only help comes in dire necessity.

 

my merry moment of song

 

In the wake of predawn,

I was the first to sing and call

it was embedded in me

to appeal for the sake of  rain

and we both sing ; singing

and ringing in tune with the fall;

 

Love  and concern

all through my song

a cadence and melody

which is unforgettable,

a caution for uncertain

future, for future is bleak.

 

When humanity is sleep

I wake, make a wakeup call,

and miss you  in the midst

of busy throb, for seclusion

 mode of preference, our

mode inviolable and constant;

 

 

I live among ephemeral ;

and greed   and compassion

both in my blood, now

I am  a feat ether, light

and fallen, wind rolls me

and me to sing and toss;

 

 

still I sing, sing along,

sing merry and merge

with feather and leaf.