LOVE IN JULY 

Why are you kissing the wet Kadamba

of my July love with your red bill

so shamelessly nibbling at my face

and  transporting me to  an uneasy thrill,

that to against  my will ?

Trying to dig at my  soaked womb under soft rain

and exciting my leaves to silent cries of sweet pain ?

I ‘m already under a shock of shivers inside

from the wind’s excited flick

driving me mad within

seeking  a relief quick !

Please don’t be so harsh with me , kind love

be tougher in your deal with me within

break into my spasms , shake me into quakes

thro   tremors from epicenter of your love profound

to which I always am so intimately and so deeply bound !!!

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31/07/14

LOVING SOMEONE’S SADNESS

sadness is a drooping deodar of day

under the shaded beams of moon

with a hope that light of someone’s love

will alight  from heaven very soon

sadness is what makes you so beautiful

as your branches tremble to speak

leaves shiver under moon’s  light flick

the breeze becomes your voice audible

you say you are thinking of something

under the cloud of imagination all full

I will not distract you from thoughts

but what about the play of beams

on your body driving the sun to frenzy

on the flip side, though not now visible !!

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TOUCHING YOU

I will touch your soul

every  time you draw me

near your burns

that under beauty so starkly stare

I will not touch your body

but heal  it with

the brush of  some wishes

and  a balm of my prayer .

I will   for sure make you

an addict to my  soul’s love

as an aroma in sweet air

that  will  always elude you

like trails of shadows

chasing  bodies all  so very  bare .

Then at  last when  to a futility you’re cast

you will be the first to haunt my dreams

in the shadow of  the scented kadamba  tree

near my grave , with none to listen to or lament

over the wild  welter of your  growing screams .

There I  will touch the old wounds of your body

and the black burns of your  heart

under the shadow of a clouded moon

fulfilling all pending desires

to end all dark sighs and weak , hopeless swoon.

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30/07/14

BURNING HUNGER

The hunger that burns
the Earth for the Sky
the colors for the eye,
also burns you and I .

The hunger that rotates
like a flitting butterfly
from the low to the high,
colors our dream sky .

The hunger of mouth
for drink and food
the hunger of belly
for fire and wood ;

the hunger of mind
for a fill of all desire
the hunger of soul
for freedom from mire .

Why are there so many hungers
that seem never to expire ;
the root of all actions
spilling ashes from the fire !

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saroj k. padhi. 30/07/14

LOTUS’  DREAMS

You are biting your nails

as I gaze at the startled stars of your eyes

that seem to measure the depth of my love

in the hollows of my shallow body—

aching with the miseries of drought and flood

in the land of my  roots, in the flow of my famished blood .

You scratch the earth beneath your feet too

with your toes painted in the scarlet pain of my heart

that has been longing for you

since the dawn of the first sun in my life

with the promise of a salvation in your setting streaks

How much I long to be the pink flesh

under your tooth and nail

biting me slowly into an oblivion of sorts

before  scratching away the cover of illusion

from my face

with the touch of your feet

on the wet ground of my unconscious self

and sending my soul into a trance

in the chill of  your periodic silence !

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ROCKING RAINBOW

Evening’s first breath

merges into miracles

of magic on wings of white petals

transforming  pains

into a silent bow to bliss infinite

meltdowns  of the day melt

into thin folds of a shimmering darkness

uncovering the mask

from the face of mystery

shrouding happiness ;

breezes of changing nuances

titillate the shrunken soul

back to an easy flow into the blue spaces

chanting the eternal words of love ;

while sitting on back of a rainbow

I inhale the aroma and the mist

of your enchanting formless body spread

across  the sky of my enthralled imagination !!!

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GHOST

Talks with her ghost at night
don’t know how they set things right
but one night this ghost 
had lost her former keen sight
and entered a stranger’s body bright--
trapping a living , breathing soul
failed to recognize me in whole
and on a burning canvas of charcoal 
like an epileptic for long did it roll .

With blood oozing from her eyes
It held my hand soaked in white love
whispered words about possessing
my startled body , and I a frightened dove !

Rocked by this great shock
I was back to my self 
like a turtle recoiling its head 
into the abyss of an oblivion
wherein the night of shadows
vanished like an uncovered illusion !!!

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WHITE HERONS

These white herons brooding near me

want to say something

as they retract their long bills ,

meditate for a while

look up to the cloudy sky

with no desire now to fly

as  their feet  on green grass 

get soaked in rain

the butterflies drunk enough descend

from long  lip-locks with flowers

to swirl  across their faces for sometime

and not  to come back to me again .

These herons with peace in their plumes

surrounded by butterflies of many  hues

transport me into joys

that at the heart of Nature lie

offering vision of God

beauty and bliss

for which human hearts always sigh !

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YOU, ME AND THE BARE TREE

I know you are there

alone smiling to self

as  I write here

about the birds

that come to sit

on  that bare tree

of our afternoon love

to invite new leaves to it

and unleash your spirit

from the hurts

of direct sun and shower

and bloom for you anew

millions of songs and flower

and as I gaze in amazement

at the tree and you from here

your silence kills me

with my growing hunger

to be the leaf of your desire

and soak enough rain

forming  a sweet bower

for the birds to sit with you

and smell the flower of our love

in full bloom inside hearts

under heaven’s perfumed shower !!!

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TODAY’S  LOVE

Today’s love is a glow worm

in the concrete jungle of the night,

in  its  body there is no heat

only a flickering little light

causing  less of pull

and more of deterring fright ;

we are shadows at fun play

behind  the screen

of  life’s  live stage

bereft  of real beauty and  brain                

a spent force without might !

Our efforts to  effect change

are caught in a dilemma

draining us of the will to

choose the path that is right !!

we fumble  ,  we stumble

in this dark jungle,

in wait for a little love and care

in the midst of all battle scare

for a little warmth of heart

when love is just a painful cry

in this dark jungle of the night  !!!

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SHODDY PATH

Is  this the  beauty of our society

where ‘love’ is a dirty word

meaning mostly the body

under a mind so shoddy

sex ,an accursed being

in affairs  oft  shady !

Are we the children of God

to rot like faded flowers

under thoughts so muddy ?

Here  relationships are either good or inimical

No  in- between tolerance zone

Between  differences  mutual

in the path of our journey

to a place all weird and dark

in company of the bloody  !!!

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BLOW OUT THIS LIFE

Dear God ,

kindly blow out this life

of  meaningless strife

with its sickening hurry

its rush for false glory

fake reputation

and  chestfuls of bursting fury ;

of road rage ,traffic jams

and for injury no balms

vegetables costlier than gold

love in form of body

cheaply sold

girls being trafficked

for the moneyed old

killings of heinous nature

open abuses of Nature

rapes and robbery

corruption and dowry

muddy looks

and  shoddy exchanges

of apathy to loving hearts

and no joy at the roots

of brutal deaths being hurled

at innocent humans

in name of religion

of death and damnation

in the name of a promised redemption !!!

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SCARS

Why do you get scared of these scars on my heart ?
These silent marks of past courage 
that fought high tides of emotions 
storming the sea of life under love’s rage ?

These black battle lines from past wounds,
remnants of ancient volcanoes that
many moments of happiness did damage
burning fibres with molten lava of hate
puncturing arteries with poisonous gases
and leaving the crater to gasp for breath
and forming these dots of anguish
that survive loves’ untimely death !

Do not be afraid of the mutilated face of this heart
recreating scenes of recent horror killings of Gaza
now that there is ceasefire here and no damage
let me pray to love Divine ;and to seekers of true love
and peace, pay my heart’s deeply felt homage !!

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MEMORY

Memory is mischievous

turning  me  into a bad boy

inside an old heart

drawing me to the bank

and making throw  pebbles of thoughts

into the secret pond of  heart

knowing not how I suffer

from love’s fatal blow--

a star--struck lover drenched

in  tears of dew

under a half-moon’s glimmering glow.

Why do I fall in love again and again

with  streaks of rosy hues

that like a subterranean stream flow

inviting my lusty heart to dive and dip,

deep inside into the waters of illusion

sucking in all my raw emotion

draining me of jubilation

to leave my heart wallow pathetically

under strokes of Time’s painful  castration ???

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NOW NO MORE I LOVE

Now no more I  love

your face my dear Love

without light of reflection

coming from above

for whenever I saw

an inkling of your image

on mortal faces

I fell for you in a craze

without thinking

I might burn in such love’s

fiery, temporary  blaze.

I watch you returning

into your watery grave

inside the lake of tears

where your image I save

as a pearl from a dead shell

that from the boat of desire fell

while trying to kiss the image of moon

on the shivering waters under a mad spell.

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RIPPLES  REPENTANT !

Ripples  in river’s heart

in a love so expectant

are now repentant

about the downstream boat

that they couldn’t touch

in an ecstasy of their frenzied flow

 in tune with dance in the wind

and dazzles of purple glow

on vast jugging waters that they move

writing refreshingly new lines about love

with the pen of breeze propelling

the ink of water to softly flow

white birds of love alight

to read verses of penitent love

shimmering and again vanishing

into undercurrents of death

from underneath tugging

ripples of evanescent love

so lovingly dying into waters

with their sadness melting into

merciful  smiles of trees on the banks

and benediction of shadows from hills

sending  cool wisps of thanks

now the ripples clap with joy

sadness of guilt to the peace

of blue sky doth fly

and paints of divine love

rotate on heaven’s bright floor

to the penitent heart giving a merciful reply !!!

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LOVE RATIONAL

Now in a terror of love that I’m ,

let me close all  memories’  door

and  be away from my past

from  Love’s living ghost

that my mind does overcast

reviving  depressed corpses

of wounded love

from oblivion’s ashes,

making them instantly fall ,

revealing their ugly faces

on  life’s frosty floor,

urging me to irrational fear…

words of passion I long back I said

get  unconsciously repeated

as  yester night with a cute girl-

a present clone of the original-

in a hallucination  I talked

she recoiled with horror

and  I’ m in terror

was  she Ananda of Lord Budha’s new tale

in mortal love turned pale

and I , Prakriti who from grace fell ?

Help me recover

from this madness

of  love so irrational.

O God help me

while declaring my love

to be fair and rational !!!

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ON LOVING A STONE

Lying on the morning grass of your dew-soaked body

as I tell ‘I love you’ , you shrink back with a big ‘why’

into the soft shivers of a dozing mimosa mumbling

in dreams about revels of last night under starry sky

inadvertently you push me  onto a stone where I lie in a pull

of blood that flows revealing colors of my injured love

I fall on the cruel crags of many a stony heart and bleed

with  clots of true love blackening on the body of wounded dove

What is truth? What is morality? And what is real love?

Perhaps suffering is truth in words appropriating feelings

that die into yellow body of drying grass where I lay

in expectation of a healing wind to blow across my wounds…

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LOVE’S ESSENCE

love is an enchantment you feel

on the glazing face of the morning

not the sizzling hunger in the womb

of night that keeps us  so burning

love is body and yet not the body

a bird on flight and so moody

but not desires so common

on waters of needs all muddy

love is a forgetfulness of self

in prayer to god in silence

when all conflicts about possession

melt into nothingness, its essence.

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NO BLAME GAME PLEASE

Am I  to blame if love was born ?

If  some remote resemblance

to the primeval face

such  love did occasion ?

You looked at me

and  I ,  at you

beats skipped heart

petals soaked dew

your eyes drenched

my dancing soul

with  wild aroma  

in every fold

wilted leaves  of desire

turned green

in ecstasy’s

tight  hold  !!!

Am I to blame

If love did flow

from your heart’s

secret glow

lifting all veils of body

from over the mind

wafting scented moon

to love’s new find ?

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COY COOING !

There was a time

when the thousand blooms

on your face

even in shadow

of Spring’s presence

rocked the Sun’s heart

with riots of color

ripples of ecstasy

and rhymes of love;

inflaming its young body

to dive into the cold sea

of nocturnal sob

and  still your petals shied away

with the help of wind

from white kisses of flying dove

but now the scene has changed

turning blooms into brides’ hearts

where my lusty heart dare not  tread

for fear of birth of imminent love

prodding a poet’s heart

to prefer a self-consuming silence

inside the nest of a softly cooing dove !

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