A maid.. ( after Guardian)

 A  maid, ….

What a morning to receive a call!

eager  to receive new assignment

with all anxiety to know about

surroundings, to know more about 

inmates, the   involved merits ;

 roses colorful in bloom and nourish

 infusing a fragrance of enthusiasm

among   inmates all around.

A special, notation of roses all colors,

Invitatory smell an ambience of sacred

event, permeating through all pantry too,

cook, with all right tasting smell

all dish and rule.   There comes agog

house keeper, slowly with a look of concern

looking all around the merriment

going on, helpless she is.

Our expectations are different

From reality, occurrences with a sudden

flip of happenings veering into maze.

 

A final command (After Guardian)

 

A final command  (After  Guardian)

After years of suffering 

Time has come at last,

A voice from some  corner

Unable to decipher;

Go away from me, yet

My mind unwilling to accept

your suggestions, your way 

of recompense these times. 

The life led by us, moments

of memory, petty issues, unsolved

queries, still lingering, as fragrance

in pet jar, even after its exhaustion;

wine and sunshine, jar and dice

play and fun all in our lives,

till, chord of separation is struck;

with a final appeal to Sun god

my soul merges with the one

appeal for unification. Thank 

God for all blessings.

Nocturnal reverie After guardian

 Nocturnal reverie

A pleasant walk and lonely light

There is a song of philomel, a mild

 Cool air permeates, the tree mute 

Witness to owl on the branch, silent

watching; nodding grass in the banks,

cool moon on bench and shadow

on the banks – all  kinds of flowers

interplay, all  imaginative free play

 serenade on wings of leaves and falls;

a poet never leaves  Nature’s   beauty,

nor do objects of nature forsake a real

poet’s moods and serendipities; cows

and sheep , swallow  and bluebird  group 

 in a form of meadow, these happenings

in the fertile  free play of poet, magician,

nocturnal events in  daylight reverie of poet;

but somewhere , the crudity of unthinking man

taps, in its own way. All rage subdued, all

rigor controlled, all peace renewed in the 

morn, with rays rewinding morn and noon.

Poem of the week: Anima Anceps by Algernon Charles Swinburne

 

 After Poem of the week: Anima Anceps by Algernon Charles Swinburne

A while away 

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Spring showers

Soon  cold nod 

Of biting chill

In your room 

where your cozy

writing obstructed

by throat infection,

close your tap, away 

from your laptop;

soul’s journey 

into long forgotten

souls’  end dead

bereaved untimely

same time into realm

of birth and growth

ripped short by cruel

hands of fate  and Time.

Yet more room for flesh.

Sorrow  yields to morrow

Joy doused by painful ire

moods   and gain all in sink

to be submerged into basin;

far off  ugly premonition

yells often  making you ready

for realm not liked but only read

in scriptures  and books;

yet back to life  and dizzy song.

Poem of the week: from War of the Beasts and the Animals by Maria Stepanova

 

Poem of the week: from War of the Beasts and the Animals by Maria Stepanova

It was a horrid night

watching over  the window,

not merely  sleepless  night,

but birds   among birds, four legged

in mutual cacophony disturbing

stillness of night. Not merely 

sounds of human bickering,

volley of  shots nonstops amidst 

blood shed  and wail, but also

a different from bird calls,

shots piecing through birches

and branches, twigs  and leaves

not  a momentary threat to birds

but scarry noise from gun pellets;

 some wounded in search of shifts,

dying soldier passing on gesture

for water, dead  just now, all 

for nation  and creed  merge 

with birds  and animals, poet

feels sorry for scant respect lives.