Piku Chowdhury |
1. Canopy
There's a hiatus
In familiarity and meaningless exchange,
When the recluse pulls in
The canopy of dense verdant dark,
The blinding glare is shut out .
Only the hush intensified by cicadas-
Moments drop like dew
Clinging onto shards of grass
That pierce the facades with abruptness
As the truth germinates
Gently in the dark moist earthen refuge.
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2. Clouds
The clouds enter the rooms with ease
And drop a moment with facile grace,
The mist permeates the pores and bores
an endless pit in a well masked face.
Pent up tears and concealed wounds
How touched by lulling mist flow free-
As woolly clouds soak pearly drops
With oblivion and tenderness.
Steaming oolong blends with mist
As clouds the newfound friends play on
Whispering tales of mountain snows
And memories of a unicorn
That galloped in the innocent mind
Now burdened with age, and disillusionments
Rainbows pervade teatales with
Fairytales of dewy scents.
***
3. Sky
A slice of blazon immersing blue
Through heat and dust, and fear or fest
Wedges between frantic pupils
Suggesting infinity amidst the waste.
Through the gaps of brazen skyscrappers
Fleeting rendezvous with truant blue
Clouds moisten the parched dying hearts
Droplets design such rainbows new-
Dousing relentless incinerations,
With messages of rainy rejuvenations.
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4. Winter
Winter leaves are set on fire
With wisps of smoke perpetrating
The mellowed silence of morning chill,
Fevered eyes seek the dews
And ride the smoke to distant hills.
Misty trails with trident lamps
On either ways look strange forlorn
Fever and fear of Covid death
Touch the drooping bulbul's song
And spread in thousand refractions
Of sleepy notes of dreamy memoirs
In falling leaves turned letters of past
Each dewdrop turned to a thousand suns.
Each dead fallIing floating leaf -
Eternity's weaving yarn.
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5. The Mighty River Roopnarayan
How the mighty Roopnarayan now
sparkles in the mid-day blaze
Intimidating royalty in
wavy crests and misty haze,
Silent threat of flooding rage
And demolition of manoevours-
Sustainer of verdant life
and refuge for the daydreamers.
Roopnarayan the mighty flow
Of human aspirations and fall
Sparkling tide a note of life
The elixir of dreamcatchers.
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