NOON  SEA

Endless whimpers of yellow leaves

Seem to be lulled by a still noon wind

Weaving dreams on your body’s sandy shore,

Scratching the root of desire at every pore

Where seeds of love wait to sprout in galore;

But where I wait for the opening of a secret door

Before being claimed by the sword-fish on its hunt

To turn me into one of million nameless dead turtles

Who prayed for mercy to the Sun on sands’ shiny floor.

As my Lord draws such a mammoth crowd

On eve of His reincarnation, to us so precious, so dear;

Have we purified our bodies, Sweet Heart

Before we bask in divine light drawing each day so near?

Let us leave our bodies with these yellow leaves dear

Before melting into the core of this vast roaring sea

Wherefrom we shall perhaps see our Lord, our real He .

@ COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI/ 06.06.15

TONIGHT I WON’T

Tonight I won’t write for you

Like I wrote yesterday,

Won’t write for example that I love you;

For my pet words frighten me this moment

With dire consequences:

Some words interrogate my wounded self

Punctuated by multiple ellipses;

Some others stare at me with anger in their groins

Prompting me to scurry into rat holes

Where red-toothed Time munches bones of past

Stripping memories of their souls;

Tonight I will just breathe you in

To a silence

At the bottom of my soul where nothing stirs

Except a long shadow of a sickle moon

Inside the incubator of the night,

That gasps under blanket of clouds

To form some meaningful image

Within range of our limited sight .

@ COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI/ 06.06.15

ALCHEMY

You say I’m a weaver of lofty, empty words

Churner of emotions, cooker of sentiments,

Conjurer of dreams, a mere player of chords,

A craftsman superb with fancies’ condiments;

But let me ask you too dear where were you

When volcanoes erupted in my lone yards,

Quakes rocked my soul with cracks but a few,

Craters of wounds oozed streams of words--

From roots of pores pouting pools of blood

When I struggled with myself in love’s lieu,

Engulfed by the deluge from despair’s flood

A mind constantly aching to change its hue ?

Alchemy of love lost does great wonders dear

Springing words from an abyss for all to cheer !

@ COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K.PADHI 28.05.15

FLIGHT

Swans fly in and out of a clear sky

In mind’s afternoon eye

As in chase of some lofty dream they fly

To the edge of some distant horizon

Where tresses of Ocean glint in darkish crimson

In wait for the lover Sun to come and hide,

Before heaving out of a dark nest like a bird

After an act of coition, to fill the lungs

So as to croon inside the caves, of a new liberation .

Tremors from an unknown centre are silenced

Into the compromising waves

That surge to catch up with their flights, but sink deeper

In realization of their limits

To sad whimpers, after wild raves;

Tossing between the two, I jump, hop and jabber

Away into an eerie silence

In the shores of my seething blood,

In infinite wait for an unknown tide

To wash me away in its teeming flood .

@SAROJ K. PADHI 30/05/15

WE KNOW

I know one day you will come back following

The lines engraved on the pages of my books,

To feel the pulse of my love, blush for a while

And return to the mirror to check out your looks;

Feel the intense hours that would have gone

Into the making of the lines about your absence

That defined the mood of my moments so lone

And then meet the old, exiled lifer, my patience ;

That impregnated body of my thoughts with your

Specter looming in each corner of my existence,

And the hours of my living, loving and slowly dying

Permeated by the breath of your perfumed essence;

You know you loved me then, and love me now too

Love outlasts age, in the bodiless longings of we two.

@COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI 27.05.15

IRONY OF HUMAN LOVE

Sometimes warm like oozes from a hot spring

It fulfils with its balmy flow deep into our being

Making us feel the divine in the ordinary thing

In  empathies, kindnesses and profuse feeling ;

But sometimes so cold, casual, whimsical, specter thin

Distant like a star though bodily in the offing

Killing with unconcern, words and actions so unfeeling

Biting with its indifference, though in the closest ring ;

Sometimes a lonely walk in a crowded street

Under the pale beams of an overshadowed moon,

Caught in potholes of destiny to stumble and bleed

For the healing touch of a hand, love’s greatest boon ;

Each sigh from human heart structures a monument of love

In dales of mutually inclined souls, with blessings from above.

@COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI

EMAIL : skpadhi407@gmail.com

EARTHEN

The Earth is too much with me

In spite of her frightening tremors

Defining my days and hours,

Clawing to my soul,

Clinging to the being in invisible showers

Dragging dreams nearer to the imminent fires;

Myths about losing houses of clay haunt me in dreams

Nightmares of body turning into vegetable sends us to screams,

Leaving us to flounder at life’s over-crowed shore

Still desiring for things more and more;

We‘re in dire need now of a reincarnation

Like our lord preparing for one

For our earth threatens to burn into vague ashes

With a blistering Sun,

As in absence of a real fire, emptily we burn

In throes of a hollow consternation !

@COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI/ 25.05.15