Best Koels Poems
When the season of splendor sprinkles
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse dreams, and
when from her day dream, my muse emerges in ecstasy,
I dip my quill in vivid shades of ebullient sacramento ink.
When in a gentle stroke, the first ray of the golden prince
caresses the myrtle terrain of earth - his beloved princess,
and she wakes up from her dark moss slumber
blushing and swinging in neon shades of love
in a moment of delight as she becomes
a pinnacle of rustic beauty
sparkling and swaying in shamrock hues, and
when the harmonious harp of the buzzing bees
wafts in the air as they suck sweet nectar
from the brilliant blooms adorning
my muse’s verdant malachite rockery
adding vivid lime vibrance to the hustle and bustle
of the grassy gorgeous flower beds dispensing
the aroma of exuberant pistachio thoughts of my reasoning -
and becomes a harbinger of hope for my creative quill,
I passionately let my avocado ink
to pen its inspiring pearls of perception.
When my muse ponders
on the fragility of life fraught with
hindrances and hiatuses for progress,
yet wonders on how life advances
and ascends in the rungs of optimism -
like buds finding way to bloom
even in a pit of rocky soil:
my ink blossoms in the tender glow
of my lilac dreams of love and peace.
Oh, my dear honorable poet!
Words recess when I write about you
For, they start loving you
You were a sincere lover,
when you wrote about love;
You were a lovable mother,
when you wrote about a child;
You were a faithful leaf,
when you wrote about trees;
You were the struggling last breath,
when you praised the air;
You were the righteous river,
when you sang about the falls;
You were the boundless sky,
when you sang for the birds;
you were the yearning bare land,
when you wrote about the rain;
You were the trustworthy soldier,
when you wrote about patriotism;
You were the jubilant mother nature,
when you wrote about nature;
You were the powerful priest,
when you praised the lord
Through your worthy words,
you gave life to the abandoned swaying rope;
Your notable notes,
persuaded songs to the singing koels;
Your incredible imageries,
granted countless ideas for the poets;
Your romantic rhythms,
enriched soulful meaning to the ragas;
Your powerful patriotic songs
obliterated the superfluous fears
and your proud personal life
taught us self-respect
Note: September 11 marks the death anniversary of India’s firebrand poet and a revolutionary thinker from Tamil Nadu, Subramania Bharati. In a relatively short life span of 39 years, Bharati left an indelible mark in India’s history as not only a Tamil poet but also as a national icon.
In an island amidst the seamless seas,
lost in the warmth of a dream-like enchanting moment,
I sense a smooth placid stillness and repose.
As the golden ball ascends,
light bids adieu to the dark with a soft kiss -
the sky welcomes her beloved with a vermilion smile.
Mind greets thoughts anew that evoke delight,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope.
The morning sky glows in rays of nature's lamp,
warm and vibrant, it heals my soul.
Ten lines taken from the following poems:
1. In My Dream
2. Sunflowers
3. To Leave All Cares Behind
4. Waiting for Light
5.The Glory of Dawn
6. Vermilion Sunrise at Kanyakumari
7. Mindful Moments
8. My Blossoms
9. Soothing Serenity
10. To Belong
I crave a piece of land,
Oh! Parasakthi!
I crave a piece of land...
Amidst the piece of land,
build me a palace grand
with sundecks and picturesque pillars;
everything in pristine colors.
And near the well,
the long pinnate leaves
and the tender coconut dwell.
Around ten to twelve coconut trees should be near;
the moonlight should glow like the pearl luster;
songs of the Asian koels, I should hear,
and when my soul relishes, should embrace, breeze cluster.
To blend the songs,
I need my virtuous wife beside,
and our rejoicement jolly along,
the poetic verses pride.
In the midst of this land,
Oh my dear divine mother,be a guard.
With my poetic adroitness,
I should take care of this world.
* Parasakthi- Almighty / Goddess
This is the translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar's tamil poem,' kaani nilam' - 'A piece of land'
I am an ardent fan of Bharathiyar. He died so young(39) .He was fluent in many languages including Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, French and English and frequently translated works from other languages into Tamil. It is immensely tough to translate someone like him. I hope I did atleast a little bit of justice
Wikipedia:
Subramania Bharati (11 December 1882–12 September 1921) was an Indian writer, poet and journalist, and Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu. Popularly known as "Mahakavi Bharati", he was a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry and is considered one of the greatest Tamil literary figures of all time. His numerous works were fiery songs kindling patriotism and nationalism during the Indian Independence movement.
soft
dew drops
quivering
on lotus leaves
lithe jui flowers sprawled
white orange-hued buds
clouds glide tangerine sky
koels croon symphony
mehndi bushes
faint fragrant
birds soar
free
Written on August 9, 2021
Note: Experimented with this descriptive verse of two stanzas - starts with one word, one syllable - goes up to six lines with six syllables (increasing syllables). Second stanza vice versa - begins with six, and it ends with one word, one syllable (decreasing).
FIRST PLACE
A Brian Strand 1 to 14 lines Poetry contest
melodic symphony of chimes …
at crimson twilight…from a temple on a serene seaside
ignited a blissful awe in the mind of a child,
after she played joyfully with the sapphire rolling waves ….
memory of that awe-inspiring cadence soaring to the gossamer horizon
serenade me to a forest of dreams, with crooning Koels and Bulbuls
perched on saffron-scented bushes singing their delightful songs,
when at tangerine dusk I am to myself,
I hear gentle humming of a stream descending from a chartreuse waterfalls,
that reminiscence brings me back to the tranquil seaside with rolling sapphire waves ~
reminding me of an illusory life, which gently tip-toes away...
melodic symphony of chimes!
I am mesmerized!
I feel a gush of lavender emotions run through my veins,
to recapture this surreal indescribable kaleidoscopic experience in words …
I find a purpose which inspires my lilac imagination spread its wings and
rise to the horizon
…at crimson twilight..with tranquil cadence of chimes.
July 22, 2021
"Finding Your Muse" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Mcintosh
SECOND PLACE (Premiere Contest)
Strand - 1062 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
The Peepal timidly peeped
From amid those tiny cracked bricks
Seeking the warm sunlight
It spread its arms wide
The rain water tenderly seeped
Nurturing this sapling that bravely sticks
Its head out into the foreign light
Against the crumbling wall’s side
The sapling grew diligently forward
From a young to a mature tree
A haven for chattering mynahs and singing koels
That feasted on its berries
These airy messengers when lifted upwards
Carrying its seeds and flying free
Until perching here or there they roll
The sleeping seeds into nurseries
The mighty Peepal now strong and tall
Viewed the green kingdom of trees
The wind carried its proud call
To spread the magic of walking trees
Abysmal depth - what I am looking for
Beauty lies within – in your heart d’or
Come dear gently wearing your cutest smile
Days will pass, but we would say, “Stay awhile…”
Earth would spray her rain drenched smell - to perfume
Forest would give his wildest blooms as costume
Generous moon would light the dim lit room
Her majestic beauty would surely bloom
I would murmur love songs in your ears, dear
Jasmines would drizzle down on the ground – near
Koels would koo to fill the air with love
Lullaby would be played by the white dove
Melancholy would come creeping in mind
Night would vanish suddenly – Sun to find
Opaque dawn would remind me of the night
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Heroic couplet with ABC form
Koel : An Asian and Australasian cuckoo with a call that resembles its name, the male typically having all-black plumage
Somewhere between the Poseidon and Azure
Is his double shaded blue that always allures;
Between the lush and chrome, green hues
That glow in layers of velvet like necklace;
With rufous brown tail feathers and long neck
With strong twig like legs which are too thick
And with the slender body and crown feathers on head
Peacocks are the boss of mass which make others dread
From the Rats to the Snakes
From the Rabbit to the Crakes
Also the night warriors Bat men
Every one is afraid of this majestic man;
From the young women to the children
From the Kookaburra to the Magpie robin
And the Ostriches from Sahara
Every bird is envious of his aura
Thousand little eyes on the long floating feathers,
Blink only when he feels his favorite weather;
When the rain god cascades down to see his dance,
And when photographers yearn to use their chance,
In the mid of the picturesque green land,
with his feathers stretched, he majestically stands;
When Koels sing ragas and Ioras hum rhythms,
Begins he, the divine dance steps; joining birds with him
'Thath Tharihita Thai', he oscillates left and right
'Thom Tharihita Thom', he jumps and floats light
'Thathom Tharihita Thathom', he lands on the land gently
'Thamthom Tharihita Thamthom'he grins and performs friendly
From heaven, retains his dance steps best
Performs he, with sheer enthusiasm and zest;
Not to entertain us or his dearest friends
But to entice his beautiful girlfriend;
Does his persistent love line dance,
Until he puts his mate into a trance;
And the planet earth revolves
Just to see them dance in love
Orange cosmos flowers inside a circle
along with the canna indica flowers;
A big smile of welcome at the front entrance. Followed by Pink, red and yellow ixoras,
the fully bloomed harlequin wonders;
Enthrall butterflies and sun birds
Violet, Red and new comer pink Balsums
are the evergreen shrub
The nonpareil Marvels
Night blooming jasmine flowers
adorn the sideways of the garden;
Meant to engross the moths
The bright yellow alamanda,
the heroine of our garden.
Made us fall in love with yellow
Glittering stars in the morning,
blaze like the diamonds in red and yellow;
The spectacular magic of sun plants
The black night shade plants
bear the inky purple sun berries;
Food for the red vented bulbuls
The Red hibiscus at the corner
attracts everyone's sights
by its innocent grin
The 4'o clock mandharai flowers
unfurl attractive perfumes
and embellish our garden in the evening
Grass green climber braces,
trumpet shaped madevillas,
The small stabs on flowers,
connote attendances of sun birds
Cutest creepers I've ever seen,
amidst the tall green grass;
The metallic blue Verbena
Sometimes our old friends Asian Koels
and our migrating friends Brahminy starlings
visit for their breakfast.
Mynas sing like parrots
and sometimes imitate Koels;
Mimicry Experts they're
Some plants are hostplants
of the common mormons, jezebels,
praying mantis and the signature spiders
Yellow billed blabbers,
the king of our garden;
The faithful defender of our home,
none can step in without their consent.
Squirrels scamper here and there,
and elegant butterflies in the air
proliferate happiness everywhere
Have you ever seen a place like this anywhere?
To embrace glee, you no need to be a Billionare.
Just Visit our garden, you will feel the real bliss, I swear!
the earth wakes up to
soothing early morning rhythms~
songs of asian koel
black beauty bestows
rising notes and rhythmic tunes~
to musician birds
robins and thrushes
then join the team to begin~
sublime dawn chorus
Asian koel, robins and thrushes
August 14 2021
For the contest ' song birds' by Tania kitchin
I see my beauty beautified with lust
Came she near without any fear for first
With rosy lips and shiny eyes of mist
Astonished I as she gave hugging twist.
With the moon spooning the way that day we
Into the meadows closely walking see
A sheet of roses spread only for us
Lost in thoughts to occupy touching thus
Inspired with the love sick koels roused a
Desire deepened in me, saw I that day
Some sort of fear, for it is my thirst
Reached her lips of mine touching when she burst
The koels got apart after mating
Laughing I felt with a hurt of digging
Gathered courage I welcomed her to me
She melt herself giving the love of DEE
A melodious symphonic journey by the rose-bush….
No more waiting…air is crisp and delightful again,
Mystical breeze waltzing, whistling romantic stories,
Pristine clouds floating like sailboats in the ocean,
Grasses gleefully swaying showcasing their exuberant colours,
Velvety and silky to tread on,
Evergreens feel despondent and lonely no more,
Spring is at the door!
Aquamarine horizon with crimson hue,
Drowns my senses in lilac reverie,
Koels and Bulbuls unhesitatingly tweet songs!
Swirling vibrant colours of rainbow in palette...
Fragrant graceful flowers waking up from slumber,
Sky is singing an ebullient tale, and...
Faraway sonata of a season whispers
Dreams soothing and gentle on my eyes!
Spring birds cooing a celestial melody of sitar,
Strings plucked gently with fingers fine,
Floating clouds play violin with their gliding movements,
Breeze paints a picture of grace and harmony of Cello,
Leaves murmur an ensemble of a deeply expressive flute,
A memorable sonata is created divine!
Around the lake on midsummer days,
A garden blooms in vivid display,
Red, yellow, white, pink, and gold,
Daisies, Bougainvillea, Dahlia, bold.
Palash trees with fiery hues,
Mirror pink and white lotus views,
Daisies and jasmine garland the shore,
While dandelions and Putush are often ignored.
Summer birds, parakeets, koels, and more,
Trill sweet songs that the wind will soar,
Love birds Papiha sing their tune,
Their voices float beneath the moon.
Papihas cherish summer's embrace,
Sing songs of love with gentle grace,
If one should die, the other will leap,
To join their love in a celestial sleep.
Birds care not for who they sing,
Their voices carry on the wind's swift wing.
Their songs unite us, both near and far,
A reminder of the beauty that we are.
Someday I’ll learn to stop loving
Someday I’ll learn not to put up with you or me or the world
Someday I’ll learn not to reciprocate to the koels
Someday I’ll learn not to seek the rain
And I’ll be liberated forever
Empty bags, cans and empty wine-glasses
Ashes from a burning corpse
The shooting star that fell from the sky
And I make love between your legs
And I’ll be liberated forever
-Puvi-