Happy New Year
We have now set foot on this
Summit of newness on the ledge
Pledged our progress from
Tattered to Happy Good Times
Our bright painful tears
Rolling down with the lilting rivers
Our glaciers already in summer thaw
With the sun-sprinkles on a new born day
We will move surely to the next goal-post
Despite the hidden crevices
Deep chasms and precipices
The fear of a sudden fall
The wavering cloudy night will indeed
Embrace the sun after darkness
The blooms will gladly unfurl
The chirping birds will take to their wings
Across the multi-hues of rebirthing while
This holy hour we look deep into
Each other’s soul for solace
With the balm that will heal and love
With open arms, clear hearts
And closed lids of prayer and grace
For all our world in this radiant new phase
This rare blue-grey New Year whispers
We are human and divine as well
So let us celebrate each other for
Better times to come beyond the haze.
***
Incandescence
You wish
to catch the fireball
whirring in
the whispers of your insecurity,
spreading its balmy luminosity
deep in the darkness
of your hidden green shadows?
You wish to tap
and trap it
in your small whirlwinds?
The fireball rolls high and far
beyond and above
every black entrapment,
filling the heart and face
of every tree, every mote
with the glitter of its own soul,
with the resonance of
its sublime trumpets,
over and up and down
and far away,
Till you succumb to
its torpedo-strength,
its starry far-fetchedness,
its ignited ablutions
In the dwindling sea-storm
the fireball catches you,
cleanses you,
fulfils you and lacerates you
with its own red blaze
Till you hold up
your washed flag
to its canonized fire.
***
The winds of change
I am as gloriously temperamental as the wind
Playing frivolously in my erratic wings
The kind earth shivers as the cruel wildness
Of the Bacchic gale ravages in full rage
Scours through the lands, seas and skies
With its unruly hair running helter-skelter
The winds surge with unstoppable ire
Deluge expanses of plain, ocean and azure
The sapphire waves in frothy full-some foam,
The grey roaring clouds the drenched loam
The pigeons, sea-gulls, cats, deer and lions
All tremorous in the merry tumult of my wind
Yet soon the volatile storm bursts to melt into
The soft breeze dancing in my lucent veil
My fluttering cover flying in the amorous cuddle
Of the breeze whizzing high to softly snuggle
The blazing orange sun in my translucent soul
Casting a tender glow of pervasive iridescence
While diving deep down to kiss the green fields
The yearning twines and trees of tangled forests
While swiftly the wind ascends from the unfurled sails
of waddling riverine boats to heights beyond the highs
Then it wings through the white feathery clouds
Of the ether in variant shades of the cerulean and blue
Into the rainbow clouds of kaleidoscopic aureoles
Till the wind re-awakens life in all its vibrant hues
As I discover my free bird-like Love in the flurries
Of its changes, caressing finally the wind -----
***
Procreation
Nature’s fervent sunny semen
Its white orbed radiance pours pulsating
Into the greenish brown vital germinating sites
Of inscrutable networked jungles of bonding ---
In enamoured intensity piercing, hugging,
Loving through its sparkling secret tangles
To create, burgeon, fertilise and invigorate
The infinite wraps of green corn fields,
The multi-hued efflorescence at its best,
The baby leaves sprouting in moist warmth
The bees gyrating around flowers in natural coitus
The foliaged trees in the flux of orgasmic songs
Ever in the warm shining spree of dripping nectar
Longing to procreate a golden harvest of fruition
Till the blazing, palpitating Circle goes down to rest
For another new day of Nature’s Creation
At its crowning crest.
***
Hide and seek
pearly icicles drop
from the ledges
the wayward breeze
in cold wantonness
blows them in
against my tremulous
eardrops playing with
the peeping sun
an amorous naughty dandy
a lover boy of the freeze---
my happy hours blaze
and wither at once
with the changing notes
of the orchestra
as the blizzard comes and goes
as frivolously cruel
as the freaky glow
sunny gold and biting cold---
they play hide and seek
a game of awakening and sleep
of currents in the blithe deep
as I row and ride and run
unstoppable as the rain and sun
undaunted in high and low tide
while I laugh and weep
counting the milestones of love
till descends the flying dove
***
Hopes of tomorrow
Roving across the mind’s ocean
in sinuous waves
on pinions of saffron desires
on planks of pellucid images
on feathers quivering with fire,
the seed
in reverie
with eyes aflutter
dreams to
touch the sun.
Her nimble hopes
soar through aerial stretches
the endless fields of the cerulean
in lambent molecules
till she meets her god ---
Till the tall, great, tender, benevolent sun
tells the seed “I have come, my love, I have come”.
***
Laksmisree Banerjee |
Biodata: Laksmisree Banerjee
Prof. Laksmisree Banerjee is an established Poet, Writer, Editor, Literary Critic, Educationist, International Scholar, Rotarian (a Multiple Paul Harris Fellow) & practicing Vocalist, with many National and International Awards, Books & Publications to her credit. She is a Senior Fulbright Scholar, Commonwealth Scholar and a National Scholar in English from the Calcutta University, India. A University Professor of English, Poetry & Cultural Studies, an Ex-Vice Chancellor of Kolhan University, she has taught, lectured & recited in Universities and Literary Festivals across the globe. Has been widely anthologized with Eight Books of Poetry, One Hundred Twenty Research Publications and Several Academic Books. Of the many awards she has received, a special few need to be mentioned of her Sahitya Akademi “Avishkar” Honour for her multiple expertise, cited as “A Scholar-Artiste and Poet-Musician”, her UGC Postdoctoral Research Award for her path-breaking Literary Work on the Comparative Studies of World Women Poets, the Honour of The Connossiuer of Creative & Literary Arts by the Tunisian-Asian Poetic Society, the Kala-Ratnam Award and the Reuel International Lifetime Achievement Award 2021,among others.
Dr. Banerjee happens to be the Indian Rashtrapati’s Nominee on Boards of Central Universities & believes in using her Pen and Voice for Social Justice, Peace & International Understanding.
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