Long Rains Poems
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9/8/12
There is a wall that no one can break through
It has stood silently for a long time, begrudgingly still
Many have tried to climb over the wall, but somehow they always slip
Many have tried for years only to give up on it
The only enmities able to climb are the tangling vines
They crawl patiently and gently over the weathered wall of woe
Blooming balms of serene patience, becoming one with it
All humanity is blotted from the mysterious path of horrific nature
The wall towers over all, looking down rather impassively
Mature and grainy through rains and severe storm
Never once discouraged in its intense solitude
But someone began drilling into that unbreakable wall
They drilled night after night, day after day
Trying to figure it out, trying to understand WHY
Crackles and crunches, debris falling fast
The wall no longer passive, but perturbed and aghast
Drilling and drilling in monomaniac delight
The hands pushing into the cold and the hot
Holes destroying completion, giving into depletion
Cracks growing bigger, giving view to a river
Flooding, gushing through, pressure giving way
Drowning the driller and all the land of today
Carnivorous vines curl, cutting off circulation
Behold, the breakable—the revelation
FRIEND
A friend is like a bright sparkling mirror,
since long with pride I have hung on my wall.
It does not lie to me, I do admire,
always helps me face me at my pain's call.
A friend is like the sky over my head,
brings down sunshine and rains of need for me,
takes me to lie on stardust strewn dream bed,
daylight shows me the path I fail to see.
When my old muse starts poetic journey
poet who paints visits, finds me on site.
I have learned, we share charms of art many,
poems find words and rhyme, I get insight.
June 16, 2018
Written in iambic pentameter
Syllable count : 10 each line
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)
English is not my first language
I am so inflamed a blizzard is falling,
every toxin taken in I’ve been stalling.
Ice rains as magma plows the ground,
a lethal storm arrives without a sound.
Laying the land to waste in an instant,
it is best to let a disaster stay dormant.
There’s nothing to grasp once it is loose,
you touched off a catastrophic fuse.
Weather you could never prepare for,
should have thought about that before.
With fury next to impossible to diffuse,
be careful the words that you choose.
This pattern of rage is not intermittent,
it will do what it does never quite spent.
Frozen daggers wield a temper unbound
such icy eyes a Cat 6 is now crowned.
Uncontrolled smite is now overflowing
devastation is all that is left standing.
Teri supari
Your Supari Chaat Stall (Delhi's Famous One)
"Look over here too, have you forgotten?
I'll show you sights as well,
It's not about samosas, it's about chaat.
Now I'll set up a cart—not on the street,
But in the heart! And feed it straight from the heart to bhabhi too.I'll tease for sure, but nothing for free.
I'll pull all-nighters in shifts, just keep tabs on the updates and accounts,
Madam, or else in the rains of Sawan—
I'll shut down credit and sulk with you!!"
"Didn't ask what I earn from this chaat? Your love and my beloved's heart! Gotta expand this cart (business) soon, or the bride will run away... gotta buy those bangles!!" For kangana
With love all,
R.jrtanmb Aghori
Whisper sweet harvest moon
Cradle me in cooler climes
Softly show me how willingly the tree let's
Its leaves turn from green to gold
The tree does not complain of age and change
The Leaves do not seek to be what they were
They gently grace into reds and yellows
then browns
The grasses are dressing in green again
like a last glorious dance
The kind pansies are resurrecting
and mums are starting to burst
the sky is sometimes a stubborn grey but
then brilliant blue
New England fall has arrived
Like a wagon filled to the brim
hosting harvest parties
Encouraging long walks in crunchy leaves
down long winding tree-covered paths
out by cranberry bogs cresting in reds
and out on long boardwalks that stretch in woody perfection to the sea
The wild parties of summer drunkenness have departed the shores
The embers of clam bakes and firecrackers are finally at rest
The streets are passable and the merchants are sleeping in late and only open when they want to be
The rains finally came and even the dogs are quiet now
Heaven is on Earth here now
Cape Cod in September
They heard a voice, they responded
Though indistinctive the call, unclear their destination
Waiting not for a signed correspondence
They mobilized and departed to their destination
Then arrived the challenges staring at their face
The seas, the deserts there to cross
Thirst, hunger and starvation, theirs to face
Yet determined to bear their cross
Lost in the wilderness, searching for the lost souls
As week stretch into months and months expand into years
Traveling miles without end because of their love for lost souls
Yet they have no plan to retreat even after many years
Not that they are fugitive, fugitives run away from home
Not that they are vagabond, vagabonds have no home
Not that they are wanderer, wanderers are far away from home
They are pilgrims, like pilgrims they are heading home
Suffering man's blatant inhumanity to man
Undetered for they know they are on a mission
The vision, on their face fiercely to man
As in the manners of every deputation
Trekking long miles of single-file roads
Enduring crude moist heat and drenching rains
The nuisance of mosquitoes and sand flies en road
And myriad indigenous wild insects and pains
Righteousness and morality prayerfully to seek
Like humanitarians caring nothing for their own lives
So long as they could preach the message, heal the sick
And bring education and enlightenment to people's lives
Bartered tears with your love adorn
Twin streams from pure, spring founts born
Sappy pores gushing with showers of contrition on christening morn
Exchanged with vows that o'er time were weathered and torn
Briny waves of doubt crested; fealties' banks shorn
Now bottled memories silted with salty tears forlorn
Eroding tear ducts inundated and with passing time worn
Brackish vapor distilled with rotting dreams; with nauseous fumes borne
Corroded promises mired in a dry bed of scorn
Cloaked in callous foliage spited with thistle and thorn
Meeting at the jaded fork; once vibrant streams solemnly mourn
Stagnant puddles awaiting reincarnation; at next season's fertile rains reborn
From happiness to sorrow
from frustrated to pleased
another new tomorrow
and another emotion teased
Cheerful, loving, passionate
despairing, desperate, used
First I'm feeling confident
the next I feel abused
The words cannot express
the dilemma deep inside
and I cannot confess
although God knows I've tried
the feelings that keep taunting
through day and in my sleep
a feeling more like haunting
harried, scared and deep
Depression is the monster
that chains me in the dark
and makes me feel inferior
and silences the lark
Expression is the key
to releasing these dark chains
but I just don't seem to see
the light to end these rains
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Distant green eyes view at snowy peaks.
On the candlelight, a deeply buried pain opens.
The words scattered across the face merge.
Open hearts in nirvana swim.
*
I paint the silence wisdom with a pencil
on the birch bark as it rains.
Your laughter with crystalline echo
has been haunting my soul for years.
*
Alone, you walk barefoot over the river sandbar.
The whiteness of your breasts is opium for green whirlpools.
Drops of summer rain
make you a million curls
that cover smooth shoulders.
*
I touch you by words.
My feet are trapped in the golden sand.
You're on the other side of the river
staring at the fruits of life.
You talk to me about a big life secret
which the murmur of waves is taking away
down the water, between the rocks.
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The Love Story of
Kacha and Devayani
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Devayani's dialogue
continues in Stanza
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Devayani
Today you want to
leave,
This place Kacha,
After taking,
The priceless
knowledge,
Of the secrets of
immortality,
From my father,
Who never imparted,
This secret
knowledge,
To anyone else,
Except you. 24
Kacha
How one can forget,
Such lovely moments,
Which are so
refreshing and
alive,
In your memory and
words,
Dear Devayani.
Such moments dwell,
In our mind and
heart,
Till we live and
breathe,
On this Earth. 25
In my mind,
The images,
Of these beautiful
moments,
Have only got dim,
Because of the
brightness,
Of the light of my,
Newly gained
knowledge,
Dear Devayani. 26
Devayani
Try to recollect
Kacha,
The summer and rainy
days,
When we used to sit,
For hours,
Under the shade,
Of that big Banyan
tree,
While watching the
beauty,
Of those yellow and
red lotus,
Which always
appeared,
To be smiling in the
lake,
When the early
morning beams,
Kiss them to wake
them up. 27
And do you remember,
How in the rainy
days,
You used to praise,
The beauty of my
golden black hairs,
With that of the
hanging dark clouds,
Which appears to be
happy in waiting,
To shower,
Their rains of love,
On us. 28
And to you in those
moments,
My smiles appeared
to be more,
Pleasing and
beautiful,
Than the colorful
rainbow,
Which used to appear
in the sky,
With all its beauty
and grandeur,
To win your heart,
In its favor. 29
Ravindra
Kanpur India 16th
Aug. 2014
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