Tuesday, November 1, 2016

BAMDEV SHARMA

BAMDEV SHARMA

POETS  AND PENSIVE ORCHARD

Poets tell stories
splashing poised ink
on the numb sheet
dabbling words
like scurrying ants
or simmering clouds
visible or invisible.

Poets wish to make quests
to turn sand dunes to castles
and break
the walls of castles
when words twist and twirl
to crawl on the
illustrious sheets
splitting woes
scratching
pensive human psyche.
Poets are not
multi- headed hydras
to make defense on their own
neither are they
laundry men
to clean smeared linen.
Their words get
soaked
with moist wind
as if
they were dream
of the moon
to be camouflaged
in clouds
trickling
golden jewel.
Poets don’t often
wave waxing metaphor
or chilling ironies
but expand thread
where Cinderella
can escape from
trap and watch
wily flowers
blooming in the sky.
Desperate to pull
poets drag
ligament of the sky
to weave dreams
for the
pensive orchard.





IN THE GARDEN

When the chilly wind blows
Tiny petals fall
Dry leaves flutter
And the moon is pacing
Towards under cloudy canopy.
Flashing moon gleams
And insects scurry over meek leaves
Dew drops trickle
Hedgehogs hide
And rodents begin
To dart briskly over branches
Twisting tail jumping in lurid
Complacence
Squirrels and lizards
In serpentine joy
Stalk over
Benign branches
Pecking coy leaves.
Insistent lovers hide
In the dusky drizzle
Lost into indulged love
Sighing in disgust.
In the pervasive net
Hanging on the chestnut tree
An impatient spider
Waits his days
In ceaseless thread
For a culprit mess.
The world has its go
And life has its sway
From dawn to the twilight
In diurnal chores and ray.





MISTY CAROLS

Misty carols
of morning birds
simmer across the sky
gliding
with the wind
when the sunny rays
sweep through
ship's mast
ready
to poke slumberous sky-----
Propitious hearts
spew out
jocund love
as if seeping through
oozing chest
in the early dawn
cloyed and
clustering
through
wily
marigold plants.
Pervasive whims
smear
in the air
whispering:
" Sing for love
like cooing doves! "
Then no words
are heard
but silence
that clasps
everything around
in mellifluous hum
before
another
intoxicated dawn!





SEPTEMBER DAYS

September days
Ensue with balmy rays
Sprinkling poised dew
Over tulip leaves
Cloyed in balmy rays
Spanking in myriad of greenery.
Humming butterflies
Soak corneal drops
As if intoxicated
Trifling with wind
As wanton as simmering clouds
Hypnotized and mesmerized
In fancy.
In the paddy field there
A boulder stands
For songs
Of those briskly maids
Who are singing:
"Hopes collide
With the ligament of the sky
And then fall."

Hovering Feathers

Slowly in the dawn
Some feathers fly away
To an alien land or
In the whirlpool of space.

Hovering up and down
As bright as a little bird
They turn white or yellow
And waltz over the grassy clearing
Rebuffing with the wind.

Perhaps in the next dawn
Trifling sparrows would nibble
Or briskly robins would peck
Nobody knows for sure
What is meted fate to them.

What more foxhounds or cats
May tear them to pieces
Or splashing winds will not spare.

In the carefree glide in the sky
I sense these libertine feathers
Hover around and soar
Beyond sight and mind.


BAMDEV SHARMA


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