IRONY OF HUMAN LOVE

Sometimes warm like oozes from a hot spring

It fulfils with its balmy flow deep into our being

Making us feel the divine in the ordinary thing

In  empathies, kindnesses and profuse feeling ;

But sometimes so cold, casual, whimsical, specter thin

Distant like a star though bodily in the offing

Killing with unconcern, words and actions so unfeeling

Biting with its indifference, though in the closest ring ;

Sometimes a lonely walk in a crowded street

Under the pale beams of an overshadowed moon,

Caught in potholes of destiny to stumble and bleed

For the healing touch of a hand, love’s greatest boon ;

Each sigh from human heart structures a monument of love

In dales of mutually inclined souls, with blessings from above.

@COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI

EMAIL : skpadhi407@gmail.com

BREATHLESS

Breathless I wait for you behind the wild bush

Like the moon behind a dark cloud for the morn,

For the sight of love’s sweet face we two bleed

In half-lit shadowy spaces, torn by invisible thorn ;

Each shadow of this night draws a picture of you

As you boil like a hot Summer in my young blood,

Each wisp of wind enlivens your fragrant presence

In chants of your musical name in susurrant sod ;

Each foot step in dark makes me imagine you near

Till the night thins down to end all frights and fear

And dawn cracks to reveal only part of your beauty

Dispelling nightly delusion, making things all clear ;

Your deep sleep is the dark at my dreaming eyes’ edge

You’re a panoramic view from behind a thorny hedge !

@COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI/22.05.15

RAMBLING STAR

Between two dark-crimson moons –

One in the middle of night, another in early morn,

I’m a tipsy star caught rambling on heaven’s floor,

In love with wet clouds that drive me here and there

Falling into the abyss and rising again,

With the Sun of hope

Lurking at my thin, transparent, fragile door;

Not sure if the blue petals of sky will close me in

To a tight hug of their exuding aroma to publish my light

Into million prints in hearts of the Earth looking up me to sight,

I’m a tipsy star caught in clouds in a lonely fight

When my fellow stars watch and enjoy infringement

Of all my divine birth right

To love, to blush, to dream, to fantasize

To moan, to mourn and murmur about lost dreams

And again dream anew,

To be caressed by parrots aching to speak

In language of my heart;

I’m a tipsy star in love with self

Falling and then rising to make my new start !

Copy right : saroj k. padhi 12/03/15

VORTEX

The petals of your soul open

Like plumes of a colourful bird

Where I sit like a drop from a stray drizzle

In wait for salvation to a bard—

Caught in the vortex of conflicting tides

Of inescapable emotion ;

Raised by infinite stretch of a virile imagination,

On the wings of a wind blowing

From your love’s sweet reflection ;

I know I will dry up soon

Like desires getting fulfilled slowly in heart

Of a morning forest under a penetrating Sun--

To beam with handfuls of rays dancing

On  each leaf waiting  for the celestial fun

To merge, to mingle and mesmerize the self

Before vanishing into the glory of ether

Without the burden of worries or agonies

And burning without the slightest dither ;

But before that let me be the author

Of the lines of my own redeeming prayer,

In a language common to all mortals

In its depth, beauty and eternal glare .

@copy right: saroj k. padhi/ 13/03/15

ACID ATTACK

Your acid no doubt has burnt my body, my soft skin

But my tormented flesh has tautened my resolve

To fight for my right and bring to life better sheen

In halo of love by selves that around me revolve --

With a desire to change the mindset behind attack;

Love forced is not love, not even a shadow of love ;

For lovers true have died in remorse or at a bivouac ,

But dared not force, knowing it drizzles from above ;

How could you think that you will rob my freedom

By such dastardly act of spraying hate across a sky?--

That must be burning you inside with a big, big why

Which you may not show but to self how can you lie ?

Believe me, one day you will drink that acid you threw

With your bitter self under burns from hates of acid dew.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 13/03/15

RIVER  OF LOVE

As I slowly drown into the deep chasm

Under the waters of your intense love ,

All my tears of bursting agony are gone

Into the depths of your devouring soul ,

When the half moon of my memories

Floats on the surface your azure body

Like flotsam of my sad, lost, lonely being

Battered in battle with Time’s harsh sling.

Even your last hand-written love letter

Is marooned in the island of my ever increasing amnesia

Sulking like a lost baby in dark corner of a fair,

When the words of my elegy jump off the last floor

Of the skyscraper of your ambition to the fatal ground

Of my blatant fall, with a desire to open a new door;

Let there be not a slightest remnant of my lost body

Anywhere in this world so occupied with things other than love

Let me sink into a silent oblivion of your devouring passion

Like a trapped, voiceless, sinking, brooding  dove .

@copy right: saroj k. padhi

14/03/15

MIDNIGHT  LOVE

Nerves crack into chasms wider as emotions get tougher , tenser

Under the burden of proof, demanded by Time’s suspicious eye ,

Seeking  greater profusion of flowing tears in voice growing louder

When you soak my silent agonized cries into smiles on cheeks shy ;

I know you will come in my dreams dangling the bait of your body

To drowse the pangs of my soul in the transitions of my midnight,

When the sky would be bare-chested, blue like my lone, lost desire,

With smokes of empty words, deferred promises, to set things right ;

How oft’  have I resolved not to think of you in hours of loneliness

I don’t remember, but now I find that you’re a miniscule of myself

Entranced with life in its many coloured splendour and sweetness

Lying at the root of all tragic experiences inside depth of my delf ;

Come Love, let’s make a pact with this midnight moon in our midst,

To offer blend of half agony and half ecstasy as cocktail for our tryst .

@ comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi---15/03/15