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Ranaditya Adhikary Poem
Curse you! Oh! The river of time,
Why should you be so cruel
And embarrass your beautiful chime?
Why should you bring her carriage,
To ruin the song of love,
To ruin a beautiful marriage?
O' Princess of the stars,
Don't go so soon away,
What does this land lack,
So plenty in the distant stars far away?
The Mononoke may still be standing high,
Waiting for her next prey,
Let her sleep,
For she will be tired
Of all the standing.
Let us sing the song of love,
For it will be a sin to leave it unfinished.
O' Princess of the stars,
Let the river of nebula be born from your hands,
Where we shall sail in a land,
Where reality and dreams meet,
Let each colour touch me,
As they touch you,
Let your song echo through the galaxies
For eternity,
Let time become futile,
Let its river dry out,
Let us sail for eternity,
Let us be lost and be found again as stars,
Stars of eternal youth, with stories of love to tell.....
Copyright © Ranaditya Adhikary | Year Posted 2022
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Ranaditya Adhikary Poem
1.
The skies so seemed blue,
The sun was the only entity
My eyes knew.
The forest was hollow,
Embraced by light,
It welcomed the little heart,
With a charming smile.
There was no worry,
Of the emerging night,
The lamps were never extinguished,
The fire kept burning,
If the dark wanted to stay.
A good life indeed, so ages ago,
I now see the clouds emerge
With a laughter of cruel,
The rain showers as the darkness blooms.
The forests are now thicker,
The light refuses its doors,
It remains shrouded in mystery,
A scary place indeed.
The emerging night now scares me,
The lamp is now mine,
The flint may not induce sparks,
The fire may get extinguished,
I hope, the night leaves early.
2.
I call out with unspoken words,
The longing, the wait with no end,
But has always been met by the echoes of silence.
The wait is painful,
A play of deceit.
A dream calls out,
Leads me through its colourful hallways,
To a door of veil.
The veil is shattered,
Leaving me in a hopeless void.
But the heart never stops to dream,
Oh! Its young and innocent,
It doesn't care the treason,
As long the dream it sees.
A dream of a sea of stars
And their reflections in the lake
A silhouette of beauty waits,
By the lake she stands,
The lake smiles at her presence,
The wind plays with her hair,
She smiles, as our eyes meet.
A dream of passion,
One that can make a man sing the song of youth,
And one that can wither the very leaves of life.
I now look helplessly,
Into the horizon of infinity,
Everyday has now become a disappointment
When the dream doesn't ripen into reality.
3.
The Lamentations are true indeed,
They greet me in my silent hours,
I see images of a sweeter reality,
The delight of a witness,
And the sadness of the reality.
Lamentations are not easy to let go,
They are the trees of divine nectar,
Flowers of divine beauty.
A sight the eyes don't want to leave,
The eyes refuse to move
And they become at one with the trees.
But soon, the flood will come,
With a devastating step
And I, deafened by the sweet chirps,
Will perish in the water,
Carried to a land of barren life,
At which I shall stare for eternity.
Date : 23th July, 2022
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There sits behind deep forests hidden,
A sight to behold, place of all sins ridden,
Where the great rivers give life and churn,
A thousand diamonds and the trees sing
Along with the wind, ruled by the great King.
Generous and humble was the King,
Of whose greatness every bird sing,
Strength of a thousand elephants,
A heart of gold, the Kingdom grew,
Under the rule of his reign, the birds freely flew.
As the night welcomed the stars,
The King retired to the chamber of her's,
There the Queen sat waiting for his footsteps,
He looks at her, her red lips quiver,
Roses bloom on her cheeks , shy, she shiver.
They look on at the shooting star,
When shall I fly in such a chariot to so far?
The King smiles, though in heart he fears,
When time shall stop for love to grow,
In the river of nebula, we shall forever flow.
The wind vowed to not storm,
The clouds vowed to form,
The Earth vowed to not dance,
The Rivers vowed to not flood,
So long flowed the great dynasty's blood!
The vows could not stop the knock of Death,
When she made the King count his last breath,
Horror struck the King's eyes,
There laid his heart still on the royal bed,
The Queen was dead, left were the tears to shed.
Sorrow gave way to fury,
Death was to be punished, without any jury,
The King rode to the deepest layers of Hell,
Death laughed at the furious King,
Foolish! For thou to descend here thou mortal being!
O' Death, foolish are thou to think
Of me an ordinary being, to think,
You shall be forgiven for thy great sin,
I carry the blessings of the lord,
No god on this Earth shall have me thralled!
Seized was the King in her wretched arms
But they burned under his divine charms,
He muttered in a whisper a great spell,
Death found herself encaged in shackle,
Hauled to the Kingdom in her vain struggle.
The Queen opened her eyes,
Saw the floor where in despair the King lies,
Rejoiced, he kissed her forehead in love,
He held her hand as she called him Dear,
He looked at her in peace, there was no fear.
Distressed were the gods at the sudden event,
Sent they a Messenger, to the Earth he descend,
Stood before the King, he told of the god's word,
O' mighty King, thou commit a sin great,
Without Death, the Earth shall run dry with no bread.
Thou should worry not of my people Lord,
I vow to not let the Earth dry and drought,
Be kind O' Lord, and return to your abode,
The messenger returned in despair,
The gods knew for a war they must prepare.
Heard was a voice from above with thunder,
O'mighty King! Come here thou and face your blunder!
The king ordered his divine ships to fly,
Armed with a sword, destined to not fail,
With arrows a thousand, the king set sail.
The gods lured him to the realm of stars,
Where stops time with no life the eyes see so far,
Flowed a river of nebula from the god's divine fingers,
Thus began a battle fierce on the beautiful river,
It's a shame, bloodshed the seven colours must suffer!
Lives fell like dried leaves of cruel autumn,
Swords in veil of red, some stood proud, some fell to the bottom,
The gods feared their brutal demise,
As the King swung his bow, in sight what he was to slain,
The arrows fell like the tiny drops of rain.
Demigods were sent to the mighty King's palace,
Where the Queen was, stranger to present events,
Panicked she at her husband's fate,
Inquired the demigods of Death's residence,
She led them there with little resistance.
Owing to her cries, they took her to the scene of battle,
Where she saw the red river and the great hassle,
The King paused at the sight of his beloved,
O'dear, what thou are doing in his place of violence?
My King, let go of this bloodshed and return to thou senses!
The gods seized the moment and passed a curse,
The Queen embraced the King as it touched the body of her's,
In horror the King witnessed the red face,
Freeze in time, petals of her body stiff,
As she turned to stone at the god's mischief.
The gods realised the prize of their win,
She is not dead my King, for her death will never begin,
She suffers forever, no god can undo what has been done,
The King silently stared at the pained face,
He remembered the vows he took to bring her solace.
I shall let her out of her suffering, O' Lords,
But let me take leave of thou for gone are my forget me nots,
The King broke the stone to pieces with a swing,
He thrusted the sword to his chest with eyes closed,
Here I come dear, let me join thou in thy arms rosed.
Death came to take the young couple,
But with the god's defiance, left with no trouble,
Released were the young couple's spirits,
To roam and play and live in youth for eternity,
To fly the night sky with hands in embrace,
They are seen as the shooting star, still flowing,
In their chariot, to their journey to eternity.
Sponsor - Hilo Poet
Contest Name - Metrical Tale
Date - 8th January, 2023
Copyright © Ranaditya Adhikary | Year Posted 2023
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