sampanmitra: November 2009

Let me be the
imagination of a poet.
A soaring gull,
High over the azure deep.
In calm, in storm
or in lull.

Let me wash down
a cataract
and burst into
pure foam white.
Or be the fleeting iris
or better yet-
the leaping starry
pearls at night.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Offering: on the death of my dog Candy

The thunders clap beneath
the inky sky.The winds howl in harmony
withthe jackals.
The sparkling waters of the Ganges
leap high and higher.
The silvery waves slap
the sandy shores.
This is the night-
the night which is destined to be.
Far across the green drenched fields
in the land of no lights
droops the snuffed candle grey and cold.
The flame that shone has gone out
sinking low every minute
flickering, fighting for breath
-till it met the wick
and then like the dying dolphin-
a glistenng hue-
a bright display of crackling spray.
And then darkness-Darkness which meets the eternities.
But nay-this is not the end.
Something remains.
Nay-all remains.What does not, was not anything.
The dust now is a part of dust.
But dust is mortal.
The divine in him has returned to the divine.
What was sent has been taken away.
Nay-called back to where it belongs.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

The Month of May

The sky was rosy pink
with the vivid scheme of an opal
Twilight flooded the landscape
with the mellow hues of a pearl
The world was at rest
and the air mild and tranquil.

The birds stirred in their nests
high up in the swaying trees
The daffodils nodded their heads
in th scented puffs of morning breeze
A bunny popped out of its warren
and chased the drowsy bees.

But over all was the wonderful
hush of day break.
When all was calm and quiet
in the day's fresh wake
and for the venture of the sun
waited the earth, the sky and the lake.

In the deep valley below
the mists lay grey and cold.
But away on the horizon-
on the very margin of the world
countless peaks and coral red clouds
were beginning to be tinged with gold.

Up came the sun at last
driving away dark shadows
and changing rosy shades to gold
revealing the green of meadows
the scattered farms, the orchards
and the flat green hedge rows.

The birds began to sing
as the sky changed to blue
The flowers fluttered to dry
their garbs soaked in the silvery dew
The cowbells began to ring
and soon the shephards were in view.

The pageant of the sun's return
had merged into the glory of full day.
As the rainbow tinted aurora
blurred into one bright ray
to flood the world
and welcome spring=and the month of May.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Poem

The trees had cast off their deep green winter liveries so that the naked branches wove ghostly brown patterns into the misty sky.The mornings and evenings were alike told apart only by the twilight which, haunted the mornings.The dawns beheld no auroral spectrum and the dusks were grey, long and still-broken only by the occasional sobs of the rising wind.Frost clung to the bosom of the earth-white and glistening, a funeral garb over the dead earth.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Thorns

O thou dried branch of thorns!
The world moves on and cares not
except perchance to tread on thee
and curse thee for thy thorns.
The flower has no need of thorns.
It is loved-

Glass Lake

A glass lake-
Throw a pebble,
and all is shattered.

Shadows...

Birds cast their shadows
on the sunlit slopes.
Shadows forever fleeting-
Why are all shadows thus fleeting?
Joy the shadow of sorrow,
life, the shadow of death.

Parting....

The same cloud unfolded it's golden wings before the two of us
We both heard its mute song of parting in the dying hours of the evening
-I,under the old cassia tree in the courtyard,
and you on the long road to freedom.
Alas! You could not hear the words it whispered to me.
And songs it sang to you were lost forever in the wind.

sampanmitra

Monday, November 30, 2009

My favourite songs

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Star

Romantic Musings