LET ME SLIP AWAY

Let me slip away silently into all forms of glory

On this earth before being claimed by Death’s fury;

Be a fading ripple in the breast of a river

In an early tryst with splendorous Nature ;

A  soft vanishing glow in the forehead of the sky

That into darkness of a scented evening doth slowly die ;

A  withering smile on the face of my love’s sunflower

That reveals the beauty of young lovers’ desire ;

The last murmur of a tune in my Love’s mellow soul

Who loved to muse lines of my songs in an easy roll ;

A glistening drop of tear on the cheeks of a lush leaf

That so softly carries in its heart night’s terrible grief ;

An moment of bliss in a devotee’s meditative prayer

A beat of  wild Damru of Lord Shiva in dance’s fire .

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 17. 02.15

YOU

I see you in eyes of drops of dew

Still dreaming

Of million suns in their golden hue,

In thrills of air sculpting images of you ;

In the silence beneath all noises

Of birds’ exited flutter--

In the elixir of their desire,

In their sip of nectar

Inside  womb of every flower ;

In the bower under the wings

of bees and butterflies ,

In their eternal swings,

Seeking to put pollen of piety

Into blooms of new creation ;

In the face of a silent flow

Of water

Under moon’s glow

Catching flickers of fire from a wind slow ;

In  the shimmers of an awakening

Spreading thro’ eyes of devotees in silent prayer

With their liquid souls

Blossoming into strange lotuses

Under a morning mist, in an unseen shower.

@ COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI /17.02.15

FOOTFALLS OF A DEATH

Why is this lovelorn heart now a days seeking ?--

Some ecstasy beyond limits of time and space
Wanting to live In the interior’s unlimited grace
Not craving for fish or fowl or any other thing

That it craved for, but just wants to be in fling 
With a soft ring deep inside that keeps buzzing 
About the magnificent void in those yummy looks
Of youth that turned me on aspiring while gasping

In throes of a beautiful madness of pink desires 
With blazes of fires at root of this house burning !
Now wings of my body stretch out like four pieces
Of bamboo under wilted leaves still yellow turning !

Why am I these days drawn to such cool dreaming?
Am I mellowing or to tunes of a song, slowly dying !

@copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 16.02.15

LOVE’S TRUE TASTE

Aroma from a liquid soul’s enchanted flow

gets soaked in drops of sweat on my hearts’

wounded   petals  with scars etched on them 

by arrows from a God  who Himself 

fell in in love

 with my love and did every harm to me possible

and laughed at the magnificent ruins of my emotions

that lie scattered like the stray stones at Konark

lamenting over a similar lost glory --

 of a nation constanly embattled by a unmitigated penury ;

How can I swim against time’s fury

and not do what I should, in an absolute hurry?

Who will tell what should I do

to relieve this burgeoning agony ?

Should I drink and try to forget

the aroma of her jasmine soul

that tantalizes me now and then,

in my blood and vein

like an intimately inimical but sweet pain,

turning me still more patient in wait

for the  fixed final journey,

deep into the chasm of my Lord’s eyes

Where the true taste of love lies .

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 15.02.15

TREES

Come here where flowers bloom

like stars in the breast of trees ,

where agony of wounded hearts

melts into the breeze ,

where birds take morning bath

in rain of dew from lightly sunned leaves ,

grass listens to songs from

tiny birds hopping on the lap of leas ,

where crumpled petals drip like

scented dreams  of honey

for the  the green Earth to please ,

where boughs dance like

waves in distant seas 

for my breath to momently freeze ;

Come near this Kadamba

To feel how all journeys meet

in the liquid soul of trees ,

where the sky melts into

a few mouthfuls of milk 

into throats of  thirsty leaves ,

where all voices from all conchs of love

resound in the susurrus of a light-hearted breeze.

Come consecrate yourself at the root of love

Come to this tree to enjoy

Being trapped by a soulful love of all trees.

@ COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI/ 16.02.15

LOVE’S IRONY

As I looked deep into your lovely serene eyes

Know  not when my thoughts turned muddy

With a few thoughts all so very undesirable

Though glistened with dreams too beautiful ;

With my mind construing each of the soft wink

Into a story of new  love on rise and with no fall ,

Sending sparks of desire across a dormant soul

Giving  river of my heart a turbid, constant roll ;

But there suddenly the clouds in your aroused eyes

Turned black with pierce of  lightning from above

Thunders had soaked my eyes with a soft rain

With rainbow sparkling in  tears of  God  of Love.

O God, why is love so beautiful but painfully true

Why in its heart of kindness it is a little cruel too !

@comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi / 15.02.15

SEVERED STRINGS

At night as familiar sounds return to rest in their nests,

The severed strings of my heart give a startling ring

At the touch of a cool breeze from memories’ shore

With straggled sands of thoughts that they bring ,

Awoken to flow of ecstasy and pain rushing inside

I hold my inspired pen and  I sit down to write ,

As words rise from sleep to their rhapsodic heights

Overcast in magic aura from soul’s sentient light,

Turning  myths of darkness into miracles of story

Revealing secrets of pain in their sad but real glory,

Transforming  dithering words of inner experiences

Into pearls of poetic utterances inactive flurry .

Tears from eyes of soul thus have such an easy go

Flaming the river of imagination to an inspired flow.

@ comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi / 15.02 15