Special Edition: Earth Melodies
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| High Rock Overlook, Maryland (Photo by Anurag Sharma) |
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Setu Special Edition: October 2024
Earth Melodies: Satbir Chadha
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| Satbir Chadha |
The breeze that is rattling our fragile windows
Suddenly swishes louder
Through delicate rusty leaves
As they flounder but don’t yet fall
Will it go round the world
Till it swishes through the Neem of my city
And prance around the bougainvillea hedges
There, where it may then be spring
Flocks of birds turn the sky a turbulent grey
As I lie on the soft grass at the edge of Trout Lake
A congregation like no other
As they flap and flap in formation
Thousands of them together
Set out and take flight on cue
A long long journey
Annual migration
To warmer lands
My city too perhaps
On a seashore a group of children
Have begun a new leisure activity
It’s the time for turtle eggs to hatch
And so the kids sit around the beach
Alert
To tiny spouts in the soft sparkling sand
The marvel of birth of new life
As a tiny babe pops its head
Then
Climbling out of the shell, crawls into the sea
Safe
Guided by a universal melody
Guarded by the children who made it their purpose
To secure each tiny life, against monsters bent on stealing turtle eggs
Ah! The symphony of earth’s delicate balance
Balance of life and death
Death and rebirth
Birth and growth
New life
As the earth too rotates in rhyme with the melody of the universe
The earth melodies: Zephyr
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| Meenakshi Mohan |
Swish swash
I heard the waves from my window
a gentle zephyr tousled my hair
it brought a symphony of the ocean’s hues.
Enchanted
I watched the ocean and sky all wrapped
in cerulean, blue in the quiet of the night
only the ripples of the waves
resonating the rhapsodies of love.
The welkin from far above
draped in sapphire hues
enraptured by the ocean’s grace
crossed its threshold to kiss the ocean’s edge.
The ocean rose drenched in the elixir of love,
wrapped the sky in depths of blue
was this the divine cotilion of
Zeus and Amphitrite veiled by the hills
a heavenly sight.
Along the shore, the pebbled beach
as a jealous lover parched and desolate
waited still – longing for a kiss
while a delicate air most sweet
carried forth the melody to the waiting shore.
The mystery and beauty ionized the cosmos
with an ode of its own – electric and pure
until the dawn breaks, embers expire
leaving only echoes of a fading choir.
The earth melodies: Calls of the Fall
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| Sangeeta Sharma |
The green pines call
standing tall
Crimson cover
bowl over
with its regal oeuvre
The amber, diluted tinge
and
Acer rubrum, the flaming scarlet maples
tug
at the chordae tendineae
and heal
Like an immaculate portrait
designed
by the celestial.
Sassafras, oaks and beeches
mellowing
in the autumn,
unerring,
reveal:
Change is ubiquitous
Age, season or nature
The glad grace of the face
fades
but the pilgrim soul is
perpetual
In the casement of the physical.
Katabatic winds
winnowing
the fuscous leaves in hordes
to their interim graves.
The bolstered multi-hued grove,
that guards
the treasure of nature
like sentries
Accurst to turn into wailing brunette skeletals
pleading resurrection
from the upward heavens
Frail beings, expire
identically,
and then reincarnate!
Bio: Sangeeta Sharma, a Toronto-based academic, is the Senior Editor of Setu, a bilingual, international peer-reviewed journal and former head, English, in a degree college affiliated to the University of Mumbai.
She has authored a book on Arthur Miller, three collections of poems, edited six anthologies on poetry, fiction and criticism (solo and joint) and two workbooks on communication.
She hosts Setu’s Limited Video Series of Literary and Critical Conversations available on YouTube.
Earth Melodies: Marjorie Pezzoli, Sarang Bhand & Christina Chin
nocturnal symphony by frogs on the floor
~ Sarang Bhand
clouds swirling to birdsong
~ Marjorie Pezzoli
insect chorus the forest hymns
~ Christina Chin
Woodwind Section
symphony of wind
woodpecker percussionist
trees take a bough Marjorie Pezzoli
loud song
of a hermit thrush Christina Chin
listening to
the minor notes
sung by streamlet Sarang Bhand
brooks babble
the crescendo of crows Marjorie Pezzoli
winding
the pendulum clock
half hour chime Christina Chin
a low bass hum
bee on a blossom Sarang Bhand
Title: Low Frequencies
song of death
leaves rustling
under soft paws Sarang Bhand
mourning doves
searching for seed Marjorie Pezzoli
lullaby
on mother's lap
a newborn babe Christina Chin
musical pulse
of a minute arm Sarang Bhand
whip-poor-will
chanting its name
pitter-patter of raindrops Marjorie Pezzoli
under the stars
moonsong Christina Chin
A murder of crows
Bio
Christina Chin is a painter and haiku poet from Malaysia. She is a four-time recipient of top 100 in the mDAC Summit Contests, exhibited at the Palo Alto Art Center, California. 1st prize winner of the 34th Annual Cherry Blossom Sakura Festival 2020 Haiku Contest. 1st prize winner in the 8th Setouchi Matsuyama 2019 Photohaiku Contest. She has been published in numerous journals, multilingual journals, and anthologies, including Japan's prestigious monthly Haikukai Magazine.
Marjorie Pezzoli is a silk painter over 30 years, a visual artist, storyteller, and haikuist. Her writings cover joy, hope, grief, and cosmic wonders. Nature is a huge inspiration. Since 2019 her poems have been published in numerous poetry anthologies and online journals. Her work deals with grief, hope, earth stewardship, and cosmic wonders. Photos taken while out walking Beau, the dog with Betty Davis eyes, inspires much of her work. Marjorie looks for words worth more than a thousand images. wwwPezzoliart.com
Sarang Bhand is an entrepreneur working in the clean-tech space. When he is not troubleshooting projects, he likes to spend time writing over the weekends. He is a keen student of the Japanese poetry forms and likes to write senryu exploring the subtleties of day to day observations and human tendencies. His writings can be found @ih_klektik on X (previously Twitter).
The earth melodies: Fall
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| Srishti Sharma |
The way the leaves fall down,
And create a beautiful design on the ground.
It lays like a rich carpet,
With a design like a fresh bouquet.
The slight cold breeze,
Let's our spirits at ease.
Then they fly,
Until they almost reach the sky.
With great twists and turns,
Till the land becomes barren,
And now comes snow,
That brings a snowy glow.
A season of hibernation
--For many
And the promise of a new spring,
At the corner.
Bio: Feminist by conviction, writer and a reader that's what describes Srishti Sharma. A master’s in business economics, Toronto based Srishti loves writing poems. Her poems are published in prestigious Setu Magazine, Destiny Poets and Story Mirror. In addition, she has a penchant for Zumba and CrossFit.
Earth Melodies: Listen to the music of the earth
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| Paramita Mukherjee Mullick |
Can you hear the rustle of the leaves?
Can you hear the parrots screeching up above?
Can you hear the elusive nightingale sing in the banyan tree?
It sings of happiness and love.
Can you hear the sunbirds chirping in the palm trees?
Can you hear the circling eagles' shriek?
Can you hear the crows cawing to their heart's content?
So much happiness around, so much peace.
Can you hear the sparrows chirping while bathing in the sand?
Can you hear the colourful butterflies fluttering their tiny wings?
Can you hear the scampering feet of the fluffy squirrels?
Listen to the music of the Earth as nature sings.
Profile:
Dr. Paramita Mukherjee Mullick is a scientist, a literary curator and an award-winning poet. She has published eleven books and her poems have been translated into 45 languages. In July this year she was one of the recipients of the Mumbai Woman Leadership Award 2024 and in June she was one among six women around India to receive an award themed, “ Women: Breaking barriers, Leading futures, Shaping change”. Paramita promotes Peace, Multilingual, Global and indigenous Poetry. Her poems also try to make people aware about conservation and climate change. She has a great love for painting and photography. She heads two literary and performance forums in Mumbai.Earth Melodies: Shailja Sharma
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| Shailja Sharma |
Spring
a zillion rainbows in the sky
the grey palette splashing color
hopes being born
eyes sparkling
leaves whispering a secret
in the ear of Mother Earth
“Grey times don’t last forever”
the sun adorns her face eventually
and she re-emerges through darkness
sowing seeds of promise
every new season
flowers renew
butterflies flutter
the Earth chuckles at the
new beginnings within
the belly of Earth
the baby is named- spring
spring!
***
September
fruits and flowers
half ripe/half raw
my thoughts cook, stew, and thaw
then perch up high on
September trees
branches whispering
leaves crunching
my vision dusky/bright
September light
flowers tired of blooming
soul naturally grooming
new endings/new beginnings
my heart hatches open to the inner door:
I am September
for years, many more!
Earth Melodies: Jerome Berglund
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| Jerome Berglund |
Jerome Berglund has worked as everything from dishwasher to paralegal, night watchman to assembler of heart valves. Many haiku, haiga and haibun he’s written have been exhibited or are forthcoming online and in print, most recently in bottle rockets, Frogpond, Kingfisher, and Presence. His first full-length collections of poetry were released by Setu, Meat For Tea, M┼Нtus Aud─Бx press, and a mixed media chapbook showcasing his fine art photography is available now from Yavanika.
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Earth Melodies: Alka Balain
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| Alka Balain |
at
Singapore Botanic Gardens
In
Dell’s 4 pm hour near Swan Lake,
Phthalo
green watercolours swim,
slender-necked
lotuses sleep.
In the
dense foliage nearby,
the call
of a pink-neck pigeon
occasionally
stirs leaves.
Moist
hanging ferns shelter
moss
rockeries; waning
daylight
wanders through
the
wandering woods.
I climb
the stairs to come
across a
plant with one leaf.
The info
board nearby reads —
transplanted
successfully in
the alien
land after several trials.
Begin with Happiness
A beautiful day.
Bengaluru skies.
Champaka clouds
on Nandi Hills.
Breeze fans
coconut fronds.
Shisham leaves
summer in the sun.
A red darter flits
over a marigold.
I haven’t seen
one before.
A nuthatch chirps —
what sweetness,
O bird, you hold!
A bagula rests
on the grass, at ease
with the shadow
that falls.
I want to be this day.
Mormon
I spot a bright blue-black butterfly
near Auroville's Purity Guest House.
She sprints ahead on her Asian wings,
then pauses on the red grained soil.
I pass by her to take the Anasuya grove.
Swiftly, she joins before disappearing
around the winding path.
Her existence adds joy to my heart.
And
I found my poem on her wings.
Bio: A postgraduate in management, Alka Balain is an educator turned poet and artist. She is the club chair of the Writing Enthusiasts' Club, Indian Women's Association, Singapore and Chapter Head-Singapore, Asia Literary Society, India. Alka is a member of the Asian Literary Society (ALS), India and the Asia Pacific Writers & Translators Group (APWT), Australia. Alka's poems have been shortlisted for the Glass House Poetry Award 2024, ALS Wordsmith Award 2024/2020, Poetry Festival Singapore-Catharsis 2021/2023, and Wordweavers Contest 2022. She is the author of ParijatPetals: of longing and seeking.
Earth Melodies: Roopam Chadha
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| Roopam Chadha |
Spring
The orange canvas of the morning sky
wakes upto the enchanting melodies of a little canary
perched on a tree nearby
calling it’s mate of yore long gone by
the bees and butterflies buzz and twirl on dew kissed petals
like little colourful angels
humming in rhythm, the onset of spring
***
Autumn
The russet leaves rustle
as the evening zephyr blows
each leaf whispers its story
and dances to glory
to the cadence of the breeze
before it falls
on the bosom of the earth
from the gnarled branches
which once held them together
in all kinds of weather
the crinkled sepia frond crackle
as life begins to seize
but only to be born again and again!
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Rains
Pearls from the heavens
fall on the earth
knocking on each roof
the pitter patter of sparkling drops
dance in mirth
filling the void of hunger and heat
raindrops are a refreshing treat
cleansing the earth of dust and angst
spreading the message of hope and joy
***
Bio
Roopam Chadha is an award-winning bilingual poet. She is a graduate in Economics (hons) from Delhi University. She has authored two books of english poetry. She received an award for her debut anthology’And the Canaries Sing On’ from‘Autism for Help Village Project Trust” (2021). She has also won the best english collection award for her second anthology ‘Blushing Candles’ from The Literary Warrior Group at Sahitya Akademi New Delhi (2023) Her poems share space in several national and international anthologies. Besides writing she also pursues her passion for painting.
Earth Melodies: Snigdha Agrawal
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| Snigdha Agrawal |
Whispering Stones
In the stillness of dawn,
granite sighs beneath the frost,
each crack a story untold,
echoes of ancient tides,
a language of time,
waiting for ears attuned to listen,
to the heartbeats of mountains
folded from sedimentary rocks
all lost…
drowned by voices, disharmonic!
***
Wind’s Secret Dance
Through the branches,
the wind carries laughter,
soft and elusive,
a melody woven in rustling leaves,
the pulse of air
wrapped in silence,
calling out to those
who forget to pause,
to feel the rhythm of the world
as it sways…
with unseen grace!
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Subterranean Symphony
Beneath our feet,
roots intertwine in quiet accord,
a symphony of life,
tapping into the deep earth,
whispers of fungi,
the heartbeat of decay,
waiting for a moment
when we lift our gaze
from concrete skies,
to embrace the resonance of being,
hidden…
yet profoundly alive!
***
Earth Melodies: WATER’S SONG AND OTHER POEMS
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| Fhen M. |
Bio: Fhen M. studied the academic subjects Writing in the Discipline, ЁЭШЫЁЭШйЁЭШж ЁЭШУЁЭШкЁЭШ╡ЁЭШжЁЭШ│ЁЭШвЁЭШ╡ЁЭШ╢ЁЭШ│ЁЭШж ЁЭШ░ЁЭШз ЁЭШ╡ЁЭШйЁЭШж ЁЭШЧЁЭШйЁЭШкЁЭШнЁЭШкЁЭШ▒ЁЭШ▒ЁЭШкЁЭШпЁЭШжЁЭШ┤, and The Literature of the World at Eastern Visayas State University. His Waray poem “Uyasan” (“Toy” in English”) was published in a collection of literary works entitled ЁЭШЧЁЭШкЁЭШпЁЭШкЁЭШнЁЭШк: 15 ЁЭШаЁЭШжЁЭШвЁЭШ│ЁЭШ┤ ЁЭШ░ЁЭШз ЁЭШУЁЭШвЁЭШоЁЭШкЁЭШ│ЁЭШвЁЭШ╕. His English verses appeared in ЁЭШЧЁЭШ░ЁЭШжЁЭШ╡ЁЭШкЁЭШдЁЭШв anthology series published by Clarendon House, including "Lighthouse," “Seaport,” “January Constellations,” among others. Red Penguin Books’ ЁЭШИЁЭШгЁЭШ░ЁЭШ╢ЁЭШ╡ ЁЭШЫЁЭШкЁЭШоЁЭШж: ЁЭШИ ЁЭШКЁЭШ░ЁЭШоЁЭШкЁЭШпЁЭШи-ЁЭШ░ЁЭШз-ЁЭШИЁЭШиЁЭШж ЁЭШЧЁЭШ░ЁЭШжЁЭШ╡ЁЭШ│ЁЭШ║ ЁЭШИЁЭШпЁЭШ╡ЁЭШйЁЭШ░ЁЭШнЁЭШ░ЁЭШиЁЭШ║ will publish his piece “Outside the Block Universe". His poem “Sea Snail” will also be included in ЁЭШНЁЭШнЁЭШ░ЁЭШ│ЁЭШв/ЁЭШНЁЭШвЁЭШ╢ЁЭШпЁЭШв ЁЭШИЁЭШпЁЭШ╡ЁЭШйЁЭШ░ЁЭШнЁЭШ░ЁЭШиЁЭШ║ by Open Shutter Press. Fhen M. submitted verses in Waray for the 5th Lamiraw Creative Writing Workshop, including the ЁЭШ┤ЁЭШкЁЭШеЁЭШвЁЭШ║ “Duha nga mga pagtug-an” (translated in English as “Two confessions”). David Genotiva, Merlie Alunan, and Victor Sugbo were some of the distinguished panelists of this writing workshop held from the 5th to the 7th of November 2008. His Binisaya poems “To View the World,” “Those who were Left in Cancabatoc,” and other verses won the 1st Chito Ro├▒o Literary Awards.
Water’s Song
pebbles form as flowing water washes
over rock particles on the bottom
the water softly laps against the shore
old twisted trees and spiky plants
growing along the banks
gentle sound of water heard from a stream
the murmur of the water cleanses
the disturbed mind.
***
Before Dead Leaves Crackled on the Ground
a Rhododendron flower blooms
hear the pitter-patter of raindrops
on pink petals;
tune in to the leaves rustling in the wind
white noise sounds
of breeze blowing through trees;
listen to your innermost self
before leaves are whipped into the air,
before dead leaves crackled on the ground.
***
The First Speech of Thunder
she sits in a chair like a shining throne
facing a marble wall without mirror
thus speaks thunder:
don’t enter to her stone chamber,
you are neither her husband nor her king,
let her untangle the barrette in her hair,
wash the makeup on her pretty face,
take off the dress from her supple body,
let her be alone in that high-ceiling room,
silk curtains between monolith columns
will stop the wind from coming in,
fire from the hearth will keep her warm,
let the unlock door remain closed.
in Fogtown, when storm clouds gathered distantly
I heard the sound of thunder, powerfully
Boom! Boom! Boom!
in our bamboo house, I'd listen to its speech
with awful bravery, my heartbeat pounded.
***
Let me serve nature
Thor's helmet among the planets and stars
I wonder what nebulae sound like.
I know not how goat meat tastes like
to stop the noise of an empty stomach
I'd like to try one, maybe share with my kins.
magical goats served on a banquet table
children chewed the meat, broke the bone
thunderclaps were heard nearby.
***
Squeal of a Pig
pour a boiling water from a kettle
into a cup of coffee or tea
bottoms up, Dante.
undercover animal activist
posts online a video about pig farm:
they are immersed, conscious,
into a scalding bath at a temperature
of 60 degrees Celsius where they drown.
with anguished eyes,
screams of pain pierce the air,
a hog in scalding water cries
a pig is not a person, Dante?
“let us say Napoleon the Pig,
corrupt dictator ordered Snowball’s death,
thrown into a river of boiling tar
like the grafter in a silent film”.
Earth Melodies: Nature symphony
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| Sri N Srivatsa |
Bio: Chennai-born Sri N Srivatsa is a retired banker living in Noida. Over the years, his poetry and translations mostly from Tamil to English and vice versa plus a handful to and from Hindi, have been featured on several journals and platforms. Ten volumes of Tamil poems by ten different poets and one volume of English poems translated by him into Tamil of yet another poet have been published so far. A collection of his English translations titled "Modern Tamil Poetry: A Miniature Canvas - Volume I with a poem each of 153 poets has just been released.
Have you ever heard
the tiny chirp of the hummingbird?
Or the fluttering
of a swarm of butterfly wings?
Perhaps your ears
have registered the plop of tears
shed on leaves by the night wind
which you call dew
as dawn nears
of a day new.
Maybe you have listened
to the earthworms
burrow into the soil
somewhat like men that toil
in search of fuel oil.
The worm leaves the ground
richer in its wake,
way different from man
who cares only for what he can take.
Earth Melodies: Sreelekha Chatterjee
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| Sreelekha Chatterjee |
Footfalls of Autumn
As dawn appears to reveal itself,
the delighted cackle of the sky’s fireplace is felt.
Emerald leaves’ susurration initiates earth’s symphony—
a whispering audience on a blustery day.
A medley of delightful birdsongs embodies
the spirit of the invisible, yet lively, air;
squirrels shuffle through the rills
of fallen leaves—yellow and brown—
rasping and scraping the last of their worldly existence.
The fading scent of the departing flowers wafts,
while all breathe a sacred prayer;
the nature flaunting a seraphic smile.
My timid soul weeping tears of joy,
as they all wave their gladsome hands.
***
An Orchestra Within Me
I perceive the hammer of ecstasy when a life in shades of jade
thrusts its way up the soil, after a slow, languorous phase beneath.
The throbbing of its existence resembles my heartbeats,
as in Mother Earth cradling her impatient baby, letting dreams weave.
The gurgling water of the rivers brimming with joy,
their steady burble reminding of a solemn song,
imitates the circulation of blood in my veins so mysterious and deep,
as if sailed down a mighty river, fatigued with wandering for long.
Warbling birds fill the air with their cheer and sorrow.
They are never weary of expressing—jollity or misery.
Like my laughter and tears as uncontainable and imperishable as they are;
sentimentality binds these, preciosity abides every delivery.
The leaves hum tunes that are hard to guess,
as if in a votive prayer, so gentle yet brave, the notes trembled to feel.
Like my mind speaks alien words I am unable to fathom;
emotional librettos winged, inner harmony divine and sincere in appeal.
The wind is heard when in open space as cheerful bells sound,
isolated from worldly distractions, louder when relieved from doubt.
My soul’s voice resonates the same tune of the echoing, feathered comfort.
A pleasant stimulus sparks my consciousness to regale, like vagabonds on the air crowd.
It’s all within my mortal frame, if only I know how to pay heed.
A living mind that knows no fear, neither time nor change can break;
for the universe is inside if only one comprehends.
I have risen from the green earth, its melodies will keep me awake.
***
Bio: Sreelekha Chatterjee is a poet from New Delhi, India. Her poems have appeared in Madras
Courier, Setu, Raw Lit, Pena Literary Magazine, The Mini Magazine of Assam, Verse-Virtual, The Wise Owl, Ghudsavar Literary Magazine, Orenaug Mountain Poetry Journal, Poetry Catalog, Suburban Witchcraft Magazine, Medusa’s Kitchen, The Literary Times, Ukiyo Literary Magazine, and in the anthologies—The Harvest & the Reaping, Winter Glimmerings, and Whose Spirits Touch (Orenaug Mountain Publishing, USA) and Christmas-Winter Anthology Volume 4 (Black Bough Poetry, Wales, UK).
Facebook: facebook.com/sreelekha.chatterjee.1/, X (formerly Twitter): @sreelekha001,
Instagram @sreelekha2023
Earth Melodies: Sankha Ranjan Patra
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| Sankha Ranjan Patra |
Have you heard
The river or occean sing
In the silence with chorus?
Have you heard
The mountain or oasis sing
For being so jealous?
Try once or twice,
Again and again,
To fill your heart
With joy and fun.
Try to be lonely,
Far from noise,
To quench your thirst
With joy and fun.
Have you heard
Roads busy or dusty?
Have you heard
Plains hedgy or rusty?
Have you heard
Fields hazy or frosty?
The earth seems euphorious
Reflects the wide sky,
When clouds clamour
With rhythmic rains.
The earth seems mellifluous
In the wild woodland,
When trees on fire
With leafy lyres.
I hope you know
Every classical wind,
I hope you find
Your ears in wine,
I hope you enjoy
Every musical whine.
Bio: Sankha Ranjan Patra is a poet and author. He belongs to India. He writes in English, Bengali and Hindi. His published books are Muse, Mute, All About Love and Borsha. Muse and Mute are poetry books in English. All About Love is a novel in English. Borsh is a poetry book in Bengali. He has contributed for many anthologies and magazines. He has been honoured by different literary societies.
Earth Melodies: The Voice of Calm
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| Meghna Kaul |
Night slipping through blind to wrap him around
the dry twigs rubbed against the arid land
the dusty gust left the sand particles blowing and howling
the arrival of heat
He thought of the smooth sailing winds
that balmed his soul
How they caressed his face
Asif playing piano, the vibrations matched his heart beat
outside the sea curled its waves,
the foam rush towards rocks
to mingle and meet
Sitting in his car the breeze blows his visage
Does this sound has an intent to embrace?
The solitary wind’s wish to
whizz pass its companion
flirt a bit and then escape
The tickling lukewarm winds
they sing the melodies of the lingering sun
as it cools and invigorates the world
As the lightening gleams and shrieks displeasure
at the pitter patter of rain
gossiping with earth
So connected but so apart
so much unheard and unsaid buried in heart
stamping its feet the lightening starts
at the infidel clouds
above so charming when lone
down they transform as if unknown
hither we come thither we go
the mother earth whose bosom we fed on
there we lie in lap that seems our own
Asif chuckled at the clouds kissing the earth
When calm so much you glean
now sitting under the grove
where the birds chirp
at his arrival
and perch on his shoulder
as if to placate him “why so calm?”
he thinks a while
at the chamber of therapist
each word he pronounces
many a time
but a little stammer makes mother’s brow arched
he smiles as he stumbles
escapes from there and reaches a bower
where bird sings and petals are showered
the bee buzz without a care
the cuckoo sings as she stares
the song of men are melodious balm
the exchanges of nature
have soul searching charm
***
Earth Melodies: Hum
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| Radha Chakravarty |
put your ear to the ground
hear Earth hum –
music, microseismic—
ocean floor pulsing
to the rhythm of waves—
vibrations in sync
with the planet’s troubled core
in ever-widening spheres
vibrations spread
across transparent ether, to join
the symphony of astral bodies,
exquisite harmony circling
the soundless percussion—
elusive heartbeat, throbbing
in the still dark centre
at the core of our very being
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Bio: Radha Chakravarty is a widely published writer, critic and translator. Subliminal: Poems is her recent collection of poetry. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. She contributed to Pandemic: A Worldwide Community Poem (Muse Pie Press, USA), nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2020. She has published over 20 books, including translations of major Bengali writers, anthologies of South Asian writing, and critical studies of Tagore, Mahasweta Devi and contemporary women writers. She was Professor of Comparative Literature & Translation Studies at Ambedkar University Delhi.
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