Revival

Revival

The Day begins with a throbbing pain in his heart,
last night his better half had run out of the wind
to breathe and sustain the blossoming of his love.
His first few steps are sluggish, hazy and confused,
like a thick foggy morning in late December
and he knows, the sun had set on him forever!

   

Brief autumn was the months of joyful completion,
it came and lingered for a while or two before
fading to the mossy annals of oblivion,
buried alive with no traces left above the ground!

   

Then the sudden onslaught of winter shocked the world,
each day became all frozen to its tender core,
the humble pen stopped bleeding and the blood ceased to flow,
that etched teary sadness and laughter on an empty page.

   

After many a month of such desolate emptiness,
another mighty blizzard came, howling wind blowing hard
but this time though the Day would lose his better half, his blood
would thaw and melt to flow and etch his tears and dreams again!

A Broken Song

A Broken Song

It’s a small world, you said!
A world that might have been
large enough to unite with my beloved
but woe, the plague of borders and bayonets!

    

A weird time, undoubtedly,
when the governments and their polities
thrive on fear, conjured up by empty words
and a hatred for the presumed divergence!

   

Wish I had the means to ask for your hands,
a horse, a sail to leave this barren land!
Perhaps you would let me belong
to the corner you call your home,
near the mountain, decked with a forest, green,
where your cloud of hair is ruffled by the wind!

  

Still, with most of my numbered days already gone
what rights do I have on that heavy cloud,
streaked with golden rays from the sun,
woven from the same stuff as dreams?

    

Yet, since I have vowed not to leave
a single word unsaid, let me conclude by
pledging these humble words at your feet –
if I were Hades, would you be my Persephone?
I promise to keep the world unthawed
and the winter, running all year long!

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An Altered Color Scheme

An Altered Color Scheme

Summer is green for sure, the Monsoon, watery!
Despite the bloom of white flowers everywhere
blue is still the color of a Fall, for the sky
or Autumn, if one would prefer to call it so!
Up next is Winter, the months when Persephone dies,
more from the fog than the chill or snow, it is white!
The last one is the queen of all that came before,
often seen but seldom found too, Her Highness Spring.
Paint it as you wish, perhaps with an altered color scheme,
you are at liberty except pure black, as it is mine!

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Will This Winter Be?

Will This Winter Be?
Watch and Listen to a Reading of the Poem

 

As the chilling wind caresses my skin again,
I know the queen of seasons has embarked
on her three months’ hike down the path that leads to me.
So I fill my lungs with the ripe smell of autumn
for the last time, the yellow smell of fog
that will soon overwhelm the earth in a blanket of innocence.

Hopefully, the human world too will follow suit
to shed its ocher leaves of fear mongering
and forget the heady lure of xenophobia!
The last winter saw the fall of empires
and the following spring was lush with nation states
but by fall they were all proclaiming to be more right than the rest!

Will this winter be equal in significance
and witness the demise of these vile trends
in politics – seeking wealth instead of welfare,
pursuing war to sell arms instead of peace
and either opting to remain blind or
disguising self interest with a gossamer of religion?

O, the winter is nigh, the chill in the wind tells me so!
Are you ready for the change my fellow citizens of the world?
If you are, lets form a human chain across the earth, hand in hand,
indomitable, to make the coming spring, when she comes, truly grand!

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Salvation!

Salvation!

A storm is brewing on the horizon,
the atmospheric charge is building up,
soon I hope it would dissipate and purge me clean
and the torrential rain would bring my salvation!
     

Had I the wisdom of an orange ladybug
to predict how harsh the winter might be,
I’d have burrowed myself deep underground,
for I had known Demeter would skip this year’s Spring!
   

The sky grows dark and menacing, I ask myself,
the Apocalypse or Armageddon
what shall it be this time for my poor soul,
yes I know He is risen but why do I fall!
    

A storm is brewing on the horizon
and soon I hope it will bring me my salvation!

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