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

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

BREATHLESS

Breathless I wait for you behind the wild bush

Like the moon behind a dark cloud for the morn,

For the sight of love’s sweet face we two bleed

In half-lit shadowy spaces, torn by invisible thorn ;

Each shadow of this night draws a picture of you

As you boil like a hot Summer in my young blood,

Each wisp of wind enlivens your fragrant presence

In chants of your musical name in susurrant sod ;

Each foot step in dark makes me imagine you near

Till the night thins down to end all frights and fear

And dawn cracks to reveal only part of your beauty

Dispelling nightly delusion, making things all clear ;

Your deep sleep is the dark at my dreaming eyes’ edge

You’re a panoramic view from behind a thorny hedge !

@COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI/22.05.15

RAMBLING STAR

Between two dark-crimson moons –

One in the middle of night, another in early morn,

I’m a tipsy star caught rambling on heaven’s floor,

In love with wet clouds that drive me here and there

Falling into the abyss and rising again,

With the Sun of hope

Lurking at my thin, transparent, fragile door;

Not sure if the blue petals of sky will close me in

To a tight hug of their exuding aroma to publish my light

Into million prints in hearts of the Earth looking up me to sight,

I’m a tipsy star caught in clouds in a lonely fight

When my fellow stars watch and enjoy infringement

Of all my divine birth right

To love, to blush, to dream, to fantasize

To moan, to mourn and murmur about lost dreams

And again dream anew,

To be caressed by parrots aching to speak

In language of my heart;

I’m a tipsy star in love with self

Falling and then rising to make my new start !

Copy right : saroj k. padhi 12/03/15

VORTEX

The petals of your soul open

Like plumes of a colourful bird

Where I sit like a drop from a stray drizzle

In wait for salvation to a bard—

Caught in the vortex of conflicting tides

Of inescapable emotion ;

Raised by infinite stretch of a virile imagination,

On the wings of a wind blowing

From your love’s sweet reflection ;

I know I will dry up soon

Like desires getting fulfilled slowly in heart

Of a morning forest under a penetrating Sun--

To beam with handfuls of rays dancing

On  each leaf waiting  for the celestial fun

To merge, to mingle and mesmerize the self

Before vanishing into the glory of ether

Without the burden of worries or agonies

And burning without the slightest dither ;

But before that let me be the author

Of the lines of my own redeeming prayer,

In a language common to all mortals

In its depth, beauty and eternal glare .

@copy right: saroj k. padhi/ 13/03/15

ACID ATTACK

Your acid no doubt has burnt my body, my soft skin

But my tormented flesh has tautened my resolve

To fight for my right and bring to life better sheen

In halo of love by selves that around me revolve --

With a desire to change the mindset behind attack;

Love forced is not love, not even a shadow of love ;

For lovers true have died in remorse or at a bivouac ,

But dared not force, knowing it drizzles from above ;

How could you think that you will rob my freedom

By such dastardly act of spraying hate across a sky?--

That must be burning you inside with a big, big why

Which you may not show but to self how can you lie ?

Believe me, one day you will drink that acid you threw

With your bitter self under burns from hates of acid dew.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 13/03/15

RIVER  OF LOVE

As I slowly drown into the deep chasm

Under the waters of your intense love ,

All my tears of bursting agony are gone

Into the depths of your devouring soul ,

When the half moon of my memories

Floats on the surface your azure body

Like flotsam of my sad, lost, lonely being

Battered in battle with Time’s harsh sling.

Even your last hand-written love letter

Is marooned in the island of my ever increasing amnesia

Sulking like a lost baby in dark corner of a fair,

When the words of my elegy jump off the last floor

Of the skyscraper of your ambition to the fatal ground

Of my blatant fall, with a desire to open a new door;

Let there be not a slightest remnant of my lost body

Anywhere in this world so occupied with things other than love

Let me sink into a silent oblivion of your devouring passion

Like a trapped, voiceless, sinking, brooding  dove .

@copy right: saroj k. padhi

14/03/15

MIDNIGHT  LOVE

Nerves crack into chasms wider as emotions get tougher , tenser

Under the burden of proof, demanded by Time’s suspicious eye ,

Seeking  greater profusion of flowing tears in voice growing louder

When you soak my silent agonized cries into smiles on cheeks shy ;

I know you will come in my dreams dangling the bait of your body

To drowse the pangs of my soul in the transitions of my midnight,

When the sky would be bare-chested, blue like my lone, lost desire,

With smokes of empty words, deferred promises, to set things right ;

How oft’  have I resolved not to think of you in hours of loneliness

I don’t remember, but now I find that you’re a miniscule of myself

Entranced with life in its many coloured splendour and sweetness

Lying at the root of all tragic experiences inside depth of my delf ;

Come Love, let’s make a pact with this midnight moon in our midst,

To offer blend of half agony and half ecstasy as cocktail for our tryst .

@ comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi---15/03/15

IN BETWEEN

You are a dream

Caught between an instinctive desire to possess

And my  conscious struggle for complete detachment,

Miles away from the past sheen of our love

And its present fear of a tantalizing sin ;

Trembling like a tremulous Sun on lips of leaves newly born

To speak of the mystery of an inspired new morn

Inside their lungs’ eloquent swells ,

Where desire silently dwells

Like a drunken wind that nestles

In the nest of my swinging thoughts ,

In connivance with wet clouds to end Earth’s droughts

In sprawling deserts of teeming denizens’ unconcern

Where flowers of my longings turn into spikes and stunted thorn.

As I stretch out my hands to catch handfuls of spaces

From the magnanimous blue immensities of your soul

My mind catches fire even during fall of incessant rain

Dousing my  incomplete being with its limitless  pain ;

Why am I interspersed so like a hunger in between

A desiring heart and a deterring mind

An ever expanding image of an idea unfulfilled

And yet so sweet in its agonizing grind ;

I crave, I crawl ; I coo , I call ; I rise, I fall…

Yet I  love to rise again like a robotic doll .

@copyright : saroj k. padhi 16/03/ 15

LISTENING TO DARKNESS

I listen to whispers from lips of darkness

Speaking in a language replete with alphabets

Of your secret dreams to inhabit forever the terrace of my mind

That smacks of the stolen moments of our togetherness ingrained

In the oozings from crushed leaves inside your hands

That fidgeted in the forbidden garden of our sinking lands

Waiting to merge soon into sands of oblivion ;

One where you dwell with shadows of familiar bodies

Waiting to be buried in the grave of Time’s cruel fun ;

And the other one to which I think I belong

Living a life in gay abandon, when I decay like a dead fern

In tune with night wind’s mournful song ;

Darkness wins me back to a peace

That light hardly finds ,

Darkness seals me into a box of memories

Making me enjoy its ceaseless loving grinds .

Copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 18/ 03/15

 A HOT NOON

Memory is a crippled bird wingless ,

Disabled for any flight ,

Softly cooing in corner of a tree

Like a stuck- up torn kite ,

Sulking in sad voice of a noon wind

Away from common sight .

Your jasmine body drenched by rain

From yester night’s sky is formless now

In the heat of smokes rising from lightly wet sands ,

Heating up in the dead bank of our river ,

Lost to obliterating strokes of times ;

Making it quite difficult for me to restore

Your aroma and form  in nuances of my rhymes .

I’m a dot in the outlines of your thoughts

Transpiring thro’ pores of your wrinkled spirit

That pines for salvation in the folds of old desires

Shrinking and then withering

Like petals under this noon, blistering ;

And I seething like an embattled desire

In the womb of fallen mire,

Writhing like an insect

For redemption in the dark web of a noon fire .

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 19/03/15

SPRING TOUCH !

How much didn’t I wait for your Spring touch

In the Winter of my frostbitten mind

Clamouring for a sheer look at the Sun setting--

Your waist long flowing locks behind ?

But you hardly bothered to look back at the smokes rising

From a transpiring heart caught in a disaster of burning

In a Spring morning

When Winter rules here in the garden of cold hearts

Still slumbering as if in a daze after the cyclone’s brats

Left them dying speedily like trees hit by lightning  !

You are so systematic and sincere Love

In your insistent infliction of woes so enchanting !

Your tortures so long lasting !

I have no other option but to awe and wonder

At the beauty of your killing

That leaves me for ever pining for more and more of your cruelty

So lovingly familiar and satisfying !

@Copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 22. 03.15

ABSENCE

Pigeons jump on the grass field

Engrossed in their picking worms under a warm Sun

Like words on a green page in the eyes of Dyslexia ,

When you appear with your intense invisible presence

On my white page like the deep scar of a black aporia,

Untying riddles about my secret love of the infinite sky

That stretches out beyond the reach of rustling trees

Like an inexhaustible enigma of an ambiguous  silence ;

As I pretend reconciling myself to a life in your absence .

The distant swaying banana leaves unfurl

The mystery about your secret love of my agonized heart

Like pages of a romantic novel turned one after the other

In the white heat of engagement with unknown shivers

In the depth of my soul

Craving for your surrogate presence !

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi, 23/03/15