SIKKIM

As I watch the trickles of tears flowing

From the corners of these mountains’ eyes

On my drive up the steep road to Nathula pass

I’m drawn  nearer to streams from your eyes 

Whose memory melts me again and again 

Into  murmurs of wind 

That sweeps across  miles of mute desire

Along stretches of vast green land

Swaying inside mind;

Your silence killed me then

Now it heals

With  a cold moist breeze 

Sprinkling vapours on dreaming faces

That float like clouds on hills’ lovely tresses;

Now I make this journey up the hard joints 

Of your body across time

To your icy head  skirting my  country

Where love is under  high alert

Life  is a tough knot 

And every breath  ,difficult 

Turning me into a drop in the  trickle

Down your body Sikkim

Where I would love to perish 

As I  vanish into this afternoon  rainbow in your eye.

Comp. n copyright :saroj k. padhi

18/08/14

DO NOT PLAY YOUR FLUTE, GOVINDA

Why are you playing  on your flute Govinda

Turning me on to shameless heights

Of exposure under this excited moon

Tickling  these  impatient Kadambas  

To shed every bit , what to say about

Their orange sarees under a white glare,

Sticky  with bees’ ceaseless love-bites

As you give your stunning looks

And   endless  cunning  stare ?

I’ m   neither happy  with you nor your beguiling song

For Jamuna is rotting in  trickles of her black tears

And the streets of Mathura  ,Brindaban , without rain

Romance of peacocks,growing  stale with  cow dung .

How can I  make love with you in this night of fears

Threatened by Dengue , violent  torrents and  tears?

Please stop playing that flute of yours  that sends tremors

To my timid heart soaked in love for you but without its cheers !

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

17/08/14

WAIT  FOR  END  TO  RAIN

When will this rain stop

With each of its  big drop ?

For I  don’t want it to sop

This body before I meet  her

On   the nearby  mound’s top

Under  that   age old banyan  tree

Where desires are completely  free

With leaves large dripping nectar

At the touch of birds alighting

To the  soaked boughs from afar .

She has promised  a lot for the evening :

Dew for lips, Oriole’s song for soul ;

Squirrel’s  touch for skin

And  sprinkles of petals

On  thick  bed of grass moist and green

Under  bowers , for tired bodies to roll .

Let me not  wet this body

With rain that has ruined  millions

Let me wait for Winter  to creep in

Inviting an end to all  such destructions.

Comp. n copyright : saroj k padhi

16/08/14

LOVE OF DARK

Wading thro’ darkness
Dripping like gems of pollen dust
From wings of black butterflies ,
Driving my way thro’ drizzles
Of honey in random drops of rain ,

Moist with memory of a sweet past
Eyes annointed with
Dim star-light
Soaked in evening dew ,
The rippling river alongside
Drunk with the love of a smiling moon
And I driving across time into a land of blue bliss
Lying at the end of road .

Comp. n copyright : saroj kumar padhi: 12/08/14

 — with Abhash Kumar Boraland 48 others.

IN A NIGHT BOAT

The boat is drunk tonight with love
Of ripples tingling her curvy bottom ,

Leaves watch and whisper to her ears
Secrets about moon beams
Prying into
The folds of her ragged raw body
Like that of a rustic lady in black ;

As she dozes before starting to move
This evening
Beside rows of wild Ketaki
Her knot-like breasts are
Lustily flicked by a gentle wind
In love of boat completely blind ;

Herons darting across , before their catch
Sweep their looks over her body on fire
And as she moves gently
The night fills her crevices
With shiny streams of wet desire
To the core of her bones and mire
Inviting one and all including the stars
to actively share
in this cosmic love of water with fire.

PINK PROMISES

Where are your promises gone?

Those pink promises made in the twilight

Of our tryst under a half moon

Under the Peepul in front of your hostel

When the Ayah shrilled out your name

And you rolled back like a timid  tide recoiling

Into the depths of a sea in the dark ;

But your words have

Kept ringing throughout

In the hollows of my being

Like old obsolete coins

Propelling me oft’ to sadly sing

Of that moon, that tree and  Ayah’s words

And those moments of merciless, moony  fling .

Comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi

14/08/14

LOVING DEATH

I have seen death

A fraction of it  though

In your cold looks,

In your forgetfulness of the other

In me growing impotent with time ,

In your loving absent-mindedness

Filled with moon beams

With  utter disregard

To  my dry kisses on your rosy cheeks .

I have seen death

In  the touch your spittle

In my mouth leading to

A long  flow of sweet poison

Along a stream  of blind hate

Oozing a foam of a different love .

I see death

In  your turning away from my  shadow

In the afternoon of our separation

To fulfill an ordinary Sun staring at you

From above with hot shower

Of  false promises.

I die every moment

With you, without you,

Without you

With you.

Comp. n cppyright : saroj k padhi

 13/08/14