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Neeraj Kumar Poem
“You won’t be satisfied’
-That was the voice i heard
and i turned the pages of the manuscript,
one by one;
and it featured the pearls impreganted to them
turning gold
dissecting the conglomeration of foresaken words
foxed by (un)bound faith,
berarted by depraved independence…..
i was apt to imagine,
the emblem of affable federalism
interfering the transmission from the scriptures,
The (--(SCRIPT)--)
Don’t shower any light on me
For i am afraid,
If i can make any pretence at eating;
You stony eyes; don’t gaze at me
i won’t be moved by your stagnant glare.
Six days ago,
it had rained heavily
-A Divine Rain.
And now,
Though the clouds of darkness
encompass the darkness,
there may not be a rain today
and sweat may again adhere to my body
pleading for its liberation from self.
Even with the door left ajar,
i will not enter the garden
experiencing severe drought
As i know for sure,
there are only a few white chessmen left
on the chess-board
spread across the cryptic sky.
The reverberations of enchanted hymns
dissolve in my ears,
plugging my veering mind,
drawing the thin atmosphere into nullity.
But…
For how long will I lie this frigid bed
obsessed with wounds,
resisting the warmth,
in the air of sustained captivity!?
I should arise now….
I must arise now
with my black apparels on
to see the Reverend old man guarding the pious fire
And I’ll make sure
my maid doesn’t wipe out
the blood-stains clung to the floor
For,
I’ve to come again to smoothen the wrinkled bed
and to depart,
forever….
Copyright © Neeraj Kumar | Year Posted 2007
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Neeraj Kumar Poem
I had a dream last night
fogged by an uneven frost of the morning
guessing if the sun rose.
It dawned on me
it was night still
with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair.
I figured her out
against wealthy gold streaks of sky
while flowers kept merrying in the garden.
Sitting cross-legged in the pavement
She awaited a long cherished arrival;
the pavement turning
BLACK , white
Black , WHITE
Wh…
Time danced on the cross roads
with a series of its resonant restrained movements.
Its hand drew out for me
and I trying to grab them
found the sun shining
illuminating everything
except shadow of my own construction.
The very next moment
ate up its hands
and shadow intermingled with the silent darkness.
Vehicles tossed up the roads
flooding the pavement with light
Yet,
Alterations marked the vivacity of vagueness
to fathom the unfathomable
and fragmented mirth wetted me from within.
Perhaps,
WHITE would make my shadow flee, I thought.
Sitting there,
she snatched stars from the moonless sky
and buried in the boisterous soil.
I climed up the hill
and fell from the precipice
and she followed
like unshed tears of void eyes.
I kept stringing up my instrument
as I had only songs to offer
that of my own disintegration
And she stood
in front of the church-gate
in deathly austerity.
The deity rose in protest,
Melodies evolved from the ocean-cradle
-filling the air with its uncommon pitch
and my songs kept straying in the corner
looking for fortification.
I dreamt then-
trees stretching themselves upright
trying to peep into heaven:
Deep fragrance of incences rising
where I stood
draped in WHITE
praying with vague distrust.
……..
‘AMEN’
……..
I rose from the bed rubbing my eyes
and at the breakfast table
I sat dismayed
as I remembered all.
Copyright © Neeraj Kumar | Year Posted 2006
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He meanders down the deserted streets
of the uncouth ruins of shattered language
looking for creative act,
nubile poetry,
celestial songs,
devoid of cultural pluralisation,
tarnished sensibilities,
receding waves of celebration....
looking for-
the harbinger of wonderful monument.
A warm tempest rises
and vanishes
covering the street with blazing sand
offering a torn envelope
addressed to him
mothering a blank letter,
moistened with salty waters
and,
he stands perplexed
at the moisture in desolate aridity,
at the miraculous ways of power.
He wades through the ablaze sallow sand.
Distant voices press upon his ears
ringing in his mind
enforcing him to go on
to discover the....
The scattered letters glistened
in the gloaming,
inviting him to fetch them up.
He runs and takes
V
O
E
L
in his hands
and he wonders at every probability of permutations.
Through the opaque airs
he descries an old fort
(perhaps)
with a magnificent glorified entrance.
The door,
locked up from outside
and a bunch of keys lying buried in the sand.
He gazes at them continually
and looks at me questioningly
but,
I had only injured answers to offer.
Copyright © Neeraj Kumar | Year Posted 2005
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The wings of imagination,
the flights of fantasy,
the sky of puffy clouds,
the rays of rising sun,
the clamness of moon
encrusted upon the stars,
have brought me down today.
I ponder continually
in the ensconced shell of mine
with inchoate thoughts creeping into it,
discovering the flood touching my feet.
The water
Rising slowly,
and slowly
englufing my ankle,
my knee,
and….
Yet I continue to dabble
to explore the fire it immures,
to affix the values of richness-
on the immutable fallow poverty.
And I feel someone near me,
consoling me.
“Hey dear! Don’t weep, I’m with you”
“Hey dear! Don’t smile, I’m with you”
but,
the vocabulary has changed today!
The persons around me
have brought with them
pieces of burnt chandan wood
as the proof of the fact
that ‘someone’ died-
….. a millions years ago.
But ‘his’ funeral pyre burns ‘there’
and burns endlessly….
And,
They force me to rise,
to move,
to the places undestined,
throught the roads never travelled,
‘the road’
which perhaps leads to the ‘pyre’
and I saunter frigidly
with my eyes closed.
Now,
Even the darkeness can’t encompass me
which has desceneded in ‘my’ eyes
As I’m blind.
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i wonder
at the life lying in dust
wonder at his frailty,
his wrinkled skin,
his myopic grave eyes
and the forehead smeared in red.
i wonder
at the sickle
clasped in his hand
down with rust
overshadowing the sallow field
with a divine golden tinge.
Zephyr adoring the field
kisses his body
- unkempt,
emaciated,
resting unperturbed
beyond a ratiocination or rhyme.
But i hear the ricocheting
of matured seeds within
transmogrified
in the paralyzed time.
And here he lies,
as hard as stone!
You stony eyes…
don’t stare at me
Look at the sun
hiding behind the horizon
saying-
I have to rise again;
Look into the sky
into the nullity it mothers;
Chirping little birds retreating,
on putative nestor’s call.
With sunrise,
an aroma greets me,
My heart beats fast….
…. me…. a tyro…!!
I looked at the new sky
in the incipient expanse
trying to fathom its reach
And again I wonder,
I need to waddle through
to the sallow field
which was uncommonly golden
only yesterday!!
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The profoundity of darkness
engulfing lavish mysticism,
had an intimidating aura around it
giving way to pessimism.
And the moon not to be seen anywhere,
left thou in solitude to totter,
to visualize stupendous perspectives of life,
and to reconnoitre.
No breeze to carry away the sweltering heat,
No one to part thine deal,
Thou art got to discover the path alone,
A lonely man, an awesome soul!
The twinkling stars are made
to beguile thou in possible ways,
to pass on a ridiculous smile
when the boulder stays.
Such is the profoundity of darkness,
Such is the bestowal of darkness….
But,
It’ll relent some time
as the light has to suffuse,
and then thou can discern new rays,
new ways.
And it’s prosperity in the blithe-some journey
that thou can aspire
and can even indulge in reveire.
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In the part tonight
all the eminent guests arrived
with their best apparels on,
full of illimitable mirth.
The assembly hall danced
with the fragrances of the deodorant;
cheer lightening their faces,
smiles lessening their age
and every new entrant
being treated warmly with a glass of beer.
The ladies,
burdened by the sparkling ornaments,
smiled with serene indifference.
Creams moistened their dry face,
powder cloaked their bleakness,
lipsticks glossed over their lips
and I watched them all with flaunting dependence.
Before the party could enliven,
there arrived a weird guest
with rugged palid face,
his clothes torn
through which his emaciated body peeped,
depicting his uncommon penury.
Barefooted he was
with his soul on fire
but how admirable his green eyes were!
Every black eye scanned his features
and followed me,
scoffing at me,
demanding the exegesis
......those untrained eyes!!
I discovered discoloring faces,
suffusing sullness,
questioning wrinkles....
Impertinent remarks echoed
and crannies appeared on the walls.
He said placidly,
"Sirs, even I've got the invitation card!"
And I saw
all the candles decorated on the banquet-table
pinching out one-by-one
except one
which burnt-
in profoundity of the darkness.
And then I realised
I had no explanation.
And I was proud of my house,
my house in the west
with its facade facing east.
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With the convergence of the night,
in the misty morning,
I see the moon rising,
without a star,
without any cloud,
And the eyes scan the tides rising on the moon,
And they capture them embracing this ground,
to let the incipient suffusing rays
snuggle up to fresh hues,
to let the breeze fashion appealing charm,
and caress thine heart,
thine soul,
And let Him visualise,
the lavish fragrance piercing through IT,
the bestowal of joy, cheer and tranquility,
with a rise, yet to take place…
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My sight was blurred
And there…..
down the lane,
I waited for myself.
The night was heavy
with unrealized enigma of chaos,
But the striking streaks of lights
made me surprised.
The thunder struck
advocating the impending dawn.
The day next….
I descried
the reality fading to nullity!
And,
then the dusk met my distorted eyes!!
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The multistoried building stands
desolated in city environs
with floors still ‘under construction’
and a heap of grabage fouling within its fence.
The decoration of fragrant garden within
accentuates kind sight of the passers-by.
Captivated by machined simplicity
streamlined with time,
he stands there perplexed
at the discovery of alloyed divine element
trying to redefine the domain
to reformulate the structured phenomenon.
Assigning adjectives to the noun
raises deep eddies within
wading through the velveted admiration.
NO,
‘She’ won’t submit her soiled devotion
in the circumambience of sensitive rays
piercing through the pitch-dark clouds.
“I would better set the garbage ablaze”- ‘she’ said.
Copyright © Neeraj Kumar | Year Posted 2005
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