WILDERNESS

It’s  the wilderness in your looks and your unread green books

that always stir my soul to depths of feels and heights of joy.

The vast marsh with eternal  tears of love in lakes’ blue eyes

positing a silent mirror to serenity without  customary sighs ;

the slovenliness of jungles with leaves writing elegy of their own

with the hands of wind sometimes fast and sometimes all shorn ;

high rocks made invisible by storms of wet clouds even at noon

with my horse galloping to touch the edge of the sky too soon ;

yes I  love the impenetrable riverine  jungle with weeds and reeds,

 miles of sun filled desert sands with oases, for imagination’s  feeds ;

I need you birdies and bees as songs for my sleeping soul to awake

my deep desire for all touches of your love, my mind to softly rake .

@ saroj k. padhi, 14/01/15

AWAKE TO  DREAM-2

Is it true dear that one is awake

when some loving one keeps dreaming of her or him ?

In the dead of this night is this awakeness dear

due to your dream of me soaring there ?

Dreams of scented flowers in sway inside ivory towers,

your desires riding rainbows of my blossoming youth

in thousand colours of imagined union--

flashing in the eyes of a teary sun

when dark clouds rush out of the sky’s warm sighs

there my head, loaded with thoughts ,in your lap lies…

keeping me awake to your cravings for moony moments

on the waves of the glorious, glitter of sea

with your bangles ringing to the tune of wind in tree

of your nectarine lips turning me into night’s black bee…

your dream of drinks of vanilla

in the fountain of my flowing love

under the bower of a star-studded sky ;

of steamy  ‘momos’ in college street nearby ;

of nonstop  sweet nothings over drinks during outings ;

of things sublime and things all kitsch

of a continuous play of love’s old itch…

propelling me to heights of ecstasy

and nights  of reflection on what should have been

and what things really have been been…

@copy right : saroj k. padhi/11.01/15

AWAKE TO  DREAM-1

Is it true dear that your dream there

Keeps me so engrossingly  awake here !

as I struggle with my lonely, wet pillow

with a bunch of broken dreams below;

beams of moon flood thro’ my open window

culling  your image to dance like a big shadow ;

awakening  love’s wound from its brief sleep

that for the  words of any  poem lie too deep.

@saroj k. padhi, 12/01/15

TRANSFIXED

Impaled at the cross roads of my city

Not knowing  which way to go

Bewildered, bewitched  I stand

In wait for an awakening blow…

I look ahead but see nothing except

the scented maskara of your eyes,

having painted an entire  world

with hues of  prelapsarian dyes…

looking back I see a host of stars

with telltale blinks of secret love in eye,

drunk deep in night wind’s hushed sigh

trying to sketch your image on canvas of the sky…

looking to my aching left

I see the stardust of your face

In drizzles of fog to an earth swept

And filling spaces in the tall mountain cleft…

Looking to my onerous right

I see how I have lost all sight,

Like blossoms under some blight

Under the dark eyelid of the night…

From here I can’t move anywhere

I can’t connect my past with my present

I feel my words like the wind growing too silent …

Is it just a mute elongated  moment !

A voice turned  temporarily silent !

A time turned  impotent !

A longing without intent ; a desire without content !

A pleasant, cool constant or a baffled, orphaned  instant… !

@copy right : saroj k. padhi

11/01/15

STAR-LIT

A drizzle of silvery light dripping from restive stars

etched in a softly clouded sky, to the river-bed of night,

holding us glued to obstinate sands of soft desires

moistened by jasmines heaving away from  our sight…

your sobs of despair melt into the trickles from my eyes

to send shivers of a strange happiness thro’ our spines ,

eloquent about ecstasy lying at the edge of lovers’ sighs

and showing how love for reunion ,in each cell pines…

the river awakes now to an experience of true love

in the midst of music of ripples excited by the wind

that softly caresses  us unwarranted from the hind,

in one flow the river and the lovers each other to find .

comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

10/01/15

GARRULOUS FLOWERS

Garrulous about the intent in your half smile
they soon get physical over the naughty wind;
and tired, retreat to a corner of silence within
for some secret bouts of relieving drink to find;

bees besotted with you, taunt them with drones
over those stealthy dark moments they spent
with some adulterous cute butterflies in fling
who flaunt big love for even strong hearts to rent .

Why do you stray near those shameless flowers
who burn with rapid flow of envy in each vein ?
Don’t walk near those bees and butterflies too
who scheme to keep me in throes of love’s pain !

comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi
09/01/15

KITE

Aspiring to reach out to the stars of my  big dreams

with unseen motifs of salvation painted on my light body,

I keep struggling  with vast space  for a feel of freedom

from affairs of world that sticks like a weather all cloudy ;

insects peck me when low,  birds mock me when I’m high,

swaying  my hood in a bid to move away from a taut string

that pulls at my skeleton  with heavy thuds to a  poor soul ,

when my tail and bowline give stamina for this divine fling ;

in face of hunger pining for a constant feed of wind into my belly

I burn my face every day in romance with a not-so-hard January Sun

And I know one day my boy-flier will release me from the tangle

And that day I can proudly say how freedom is a matter of great fun  .

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

08/01/15