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"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire".
After many cold winters, they met again,
Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night.
Though they had planned it over many a time,
It came to fruition after such long lapse of years.
Once they loved as no lovers could ever love.
In devotion, never they faltered, never once failed,
But fate was sadly against this star-crossed pair,
And the young lovers had to part ways in pain.
Once again, the old classmates met at the rendezvous,
Exactly the same place under the same tree.
Though years have wrinkled its aged bark
Still, it bears the indelible mark of a heart pierced by an arrow.
To its cover they have been drawn once more
Not to renew their bond or weave fresh dreams,
But just to see and feel once and never more,
For a fleeting second to be in love’s prison bound.
Silence lingered and from sepulchered past, dead worlds awoke.
The celestial bodies above stood in breathless anticipation.
And "the clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire".
They knew, separation had only accentuated their love.
Once more they put their arms around.
For the last time they looked at each other,
With eyes blurred and moistened with tears,
And billows of emotion rising sky high.
Fearing they would lose their composure,
Abruptly they turned their wan faces
And without another word of goodbye,
They walked away into the stillness of the night!
Freshly ground coffee dripping into the carafe.
The heavenly odor permeating the air.
Bright yellow explosion of sunrise climbing out of the distant sea.
Morning is the best part of the day.
Morning, still cool and fresh as I walk barefoot onto the deck.
Steam rising from my coffee mug as I curl into the deck chair.
The smell of heather from the window box mixing with the coffee aroma.
Morning is the best part of the day.
The doe and her fawns stepping out of the woods,
Watching me as I watch them.
After assessing me they cross the lawn
To nibble leaves from the trees.
Staying in the shade offered by the poplar tree
They pretend to ignore me as they dine.
I pretend to ignore them as I sit and read.
Morning is surely the best part of the day.
Wan and weary in sultry heat
he walked on and on through dust and dirt
off the bustling street, looking for a shade
Paving his way through by lanes
at last reached a quiet spot,
full of green cover.
Like an Arab coming upon an oasis
amid the panting sterility of the desert,
he rejoiced.
It had an air of monastic seclusion
a mysterious charm and a sedate calm!
Here he sat under a poplar tree
Soon was lost in a reverie.
What thoughts coursed through his mind,
he had no idea but found himself in a cave.
To his horror, saw a human countenance,
staring at him from a dusty corner
A shriveled old man with a gnarled face,
and projecting cheek bones
resembling a mummy, curiously preserved!
But it moved drawing closer… still closer
He noticed the man’s quaint appearance-
flowing black garb, flaming eyes, and grey wiry hair.
A chain of skulls was tied around the neck
and sinister objects were strewn around.
No doubt….
a necromancer……!!
Without a second glance,
he ran…….. and again ran!
What would have happened if he had not run?
For a moment he couldn’t think.
What was it that he heard?
was it the thud of a coconut falling
or the barking of a dog?
Now he knew it was all a dream.....
a dream within a dream while he fell off into a snooze,
sitting under the Poplar tree!
With a kind of embarrassment, he realized;
even if he had not run, nothing would have happened.
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November.2.2022
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III
Once a pilgrim bound for a distant land
Was standing at the parting of three ways,
He asked a crone which, the right hand,
The left or middle way led before day’s
End to the hospice lying in the vale.
“The middle path,” said she,” yon poplar tree
Marks its entrance.” Along that trail
He walked with haste, while yet was time to see.
Scarce a brook was crossed than darkness fell
And blotted out the red dusk’s ember glow.
He heard aghast a tolling distant bell,
Moved not by hand, but as the wind did blow.
O'er dry sticks his wandering feet did tread
And he did feel dead leaves caress his head.
II
At forty a man is like a pyramid.
His four decades have lent him some solidity.
Both east and west he faces with facility,
Being neither young nor old. Married,
With children, a house and the ability
To be squarely based on terra firma
And convinced his life is – despite that murmur
About taxes, the crime rate, and the mess
Government or unions have us in – not pointless.
He’s proud for seeing things from every side,
By summer's heat, by winter's cold, well-tried.
He builds in blocks of hard square stone,
And moon by moon pays back his mortgage loan,
Freeholding Pharaoh, immobile with lands tied.
I
Babe new-born, aspersed in blood and water,
Eyes dazzled by the first light ever seen.
From one a half, and from a half a quarter,
Division cuts with scalpel fine and keen.
One breath, the hour-glass is upended,
The first pure grains pass through its orifice.
Time, you Saturn! What art e'er mended
Ills sown within the bed of life? A kiss,
A mother’s joy escapes the roll-scribe’s glare.
His eyes peer through his glasses crystal-clear,
Who takes each entry down and makes his figures square.
Who renders tribute in the coin of fear?
Or shall the hand that once has turned the glass
Not turn again when sands have ceased to pass?
The audio version of the Poem can also be heard on my You Tube
Channel 'RavindraKK1' or by using the below given URL
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While I was standing near My Autumn tree
The Sun was fading, with all its grandeur and beauty,
Somewhere far, very far away amid the Poplar trees.
I was in a state of enchanted stillness,
Beholding the gold which was showering on me,
With every gush of wind coming from the east.
The earth was wrapped in a lovely darkness,
Slowly the Sun rays slipped away from the hands of the evening, but
It embraced the night in her arms perhaps to console its forlorn heart.
I was glued with the fragrance of Autumn, while the Sun was still fading slowly,
Leaving only a yellow and radish glow in the sky.
The golden leaves of Poplar were still falling on me,
Coming to me while flying from the Poplar tree.
Suddenly the birds said adieu to me, reminding me once again the passing of time,
While I was standing near my Autumn tree.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 4th Sept. 2011
Poem submitted in honor of Brian Strand's contest
SEPTEMBER-YOUR CHOICE
I am calling it free verse because I did not try to follow a poetic form to write it.
Yellow glow illuminates the horizon
Silhouetting all the skeletal trees
Revealing in the valley below
White frost coating all the leaves
A pale glow brings this day to life
Then brushstrokes of red appear
The Master Artist through His omniscience knew
This beauty my spirit would cheer
The colors reminded me of yesterday
When a yellow bird high up in the tree stood
Mixed within a flock of sparrows
He was there for my spirit's good
I can compare him to the rising sun
High in the poplar tree
Yet, he was so small in comparison
Not much more than a tiny bee
Yellow bird landed upon the ground
The whole flock joined as they fed
Maybe he was a pine warbler
Or perhaps a tiny goldfinch instead
When they saw my Ratcha*
They all took to the sky and fled
Yellow bird high in the poplar tree
Yellow bird sitting alone like me
Glad that you could fly away
Please come again another day
Come and visit to drive away
Lonely feelings each day
Yellow bird come to visit me
Soothing my universe within
Slow down the comet whizzing
Slow down the asteroid hitting
Thank you yellow bird
Thank you once again
*Ratcha...a mixed dog breed__Rat terrier and chihuahua
Finis'
After many cold winters, they met again,
Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night.
Though they had planned it over many a time,
It came to fruition after such long lapse of years.
Once they loved as no lovers could ever
In devotion, never had they faltered, never once failed,
But fate was sadly against this star-crossed pair,
And the young lovers had to part ways in pain.
Once again, the old classmates congregated,
Precisely at the same campus under the same tree
Though years have wrinkled its aged bark,
Still, it bears the indelible mark of a heart pierced by an arrow
To its cover they have been drawn once more
Not to renew their bond or weave fresh dreams,
But just to see and feel once and never more,
For a fleeting second to be in love’s prison bound.
An eloquent silence lingered deep.
The celestial bodies stood in breathless anticipation.
From the sepulchered past, dead worlds awoke.
They knew, separation had only accentuated their love.
Alas! Nothing could their severed lives entwine
Neither a kiss nor an embrace, the shattered years combine
Yet once more they put their arms around.
And for the last time they looked at each other.
Perhaps, they meant this as their last gesture of love,
Hoping its memory would fuel them when weary,
With eyes blurred and moistened with tears,
And billows of emotion rising sky high.
Fearing they would lose their composure,
Abruptly they turned their wan faces away.
Without another word of goodbye,
They walked away into the stillness of the night!
Alone I'm standing; a tall poplar tree
With many of my kind alongside me
All standing here in solidarity
Together as one when we need to be.
There are times when we need to be alone
To enjoy the deep bliss of solitude
For any wrongdoings we must atone
Pay your debts to others; peace is assured.
Be like that tall tree as you live your life
By helping others to nurture and grow
And protect all the young from earthly strife
From within your heart you can make it so.
So stand tall and proud majestically
Being part of the forest when needs be.
Written on 17th September 2020.