VIBES

Night’s glazed

sweating petals

touched my skin ,

swarming all over

my grassy fields

where hoppers

began to sing ;

and  dewy drops

of soft desire

seeped   into

a subterranean stream

of  glassy waters

with scented floats

of freshly shed flowers

from overhanging plants –

baffling  ants deep down

from snoring anthills

to rise to murmurs

of a lilting tune

in  the caves of your

wide awake dune ;

now hold me tight

to your semi-lit spaces

till my breezy breath

wafts into the soft ripples

of a languidly  withdrawing

perfumed darkness…

copyright :Saroj k. Padhi

09/06/14

CAUGHT

between :
a desire to pluck
and
inability to touch,
the need to plumb
and
impotence to dive ,
the urge to flow
and
absence of surge,
craving for glow
and
the pain of blow,
the music to rise
and
the magic of fall ,
the dancing vibes
and
bouncing strifes ,
a drive to flourish
and
a pull to perish ,
life goes on
and
we look on…

copyright :saroj kumar padhi

MINDLESS STUMBLER !

Thinking with heart 
Is a habit hard to forgo
urging one in love
to practise a carefree let- go ,
costing a heavy price ,
when you pose normal ,
and tell others
‘its all okay, all very nice’ ;

the second girl
(the first love being mother)
In my life to whom I offered
a bouquet of poems
when lush green ;
crushed it soon
under a concealed grin ,
without letting the air
get an ounce
of its smell
in a half-lit forest thin .

the third girl
whom I offered
a bucketful of tears
had (rightly so)
for her reasons
of false fears ,
took a quick bathin it
to attend to
a life of bucks and beers
and lots of better cheers ;

the third and the last
I gave a basketful of smiles
she frowned and said
‘You idiot ,I have no problem
with fools like you to walk with
provided you do away with
all your salty tears
and all those nonsense rhymes
till the end
of life’s pretty long miles'.

Copyrighted :saroj kumar padhi
08/06/14

FIFA FIRE

On the eve of FIFA
before the new fire of football frenzy spreads ,
goals are scored ,cards yellow or red
scare the mighty footballers
and before success kisses the golden boot ,
Brazil’s underbelly reveals some dark secrets :
pimps foraging underage girls
as child prostitutes
for tourists to be on
a rampage for lusty shots
outside the game ;

besides one million or so licensed whores
readying themselves with lessons
being learnt in spoken English
for hi-tech encounters and inflated dollars—
an opportunity for prosperous sex-tourism
entailed by a strange sadism !

In World’s excitement
over the oncoming fixtures and scores
our children are going to be the casualties
or martyrs at the altar of perverse sexualities !!!

copyrighted :saroj kumar padhi
07/06/14

ACHES

Some aches in my vein
provoke the silent dust to speak ,
agony swells like 
wet wood cells
and the wings of the body
shrink into a sinking stone.

Call the storms to raise
a hue and cry into my dull limbs ,
break these into pieces
and catch a fire for me
to flare into a few flickers of delight.

Copyright : saroj kumar padhi

CRAVINGS

There lurks a certain void in each living cell
for a kind word or a wet look to regale
be it the heart of proud thorny rose
or the body of a hungry sea shell ; 

in every breathing pore
an echo of that hunger
for love unlimited
desire unsatiated ;

for clearer self-reflection
and a cooler pacification
in the depth
of a bottomless pit ;
a reward for being alive
in the midst of cold hatred
and struggle’s white heat.

Copyrighted :saroj kumar padhi
07/06/14

TEARY MOON

`as tears twinkle this late moony night
in a lonely corner of my inebriated eyes
at the thought of an imminent farewell
you hold me close to your clammy cells
brimming with honey in deep wells
arranging my breathless hair
with your mimosa like soft hands
when your dew drunk lips
write an elegy of consolation
on my paper white cheeks
swollen with silent sobs
in heart’s measureless deeps
arousing the spring in your
bosom to sing a lullaby
to lull a heavily hung head
lying like a corpse in your lap
to be softly played
by wind’s gentle, assuaging tap;
your face becomes the moon
and my sorrow , the dark dapple
and we together, the silent sky before dawn.

Copyrighted :saroj kumar padhi
07/06/14