She was thin,

       Eyes square

       And pale dark , she had

       A ring around her nose,

       Dazzling sharp,

       A lady in fancy dress

       I thought.

       A lovely face

       Cheeks shone,

       Wrinkled skins had a

       Charm, took me closer.

       Her bosom was bone dry,

       Arid after a flow

       Watering metabolism.

       A  snow white wig

       She had over her head

       Oily, shiny and in sufferance

      The old man romantic

      Radiated toothless beam

      A grin for his woman

      Frowned upon a cruel world

      That made them soaked up. 

     My granny was lovely brown

     Her man called her a queen

     She had a king,

     Who had no subjects

     But a vast territory 

     Over which she ruled

     A sovereign heart.

  She took me there

  Led me beneath the shade,

  Her crumpled fingers showed

  A moon among the twinkling

  And the mangoes and coconut

  Were her favourites

  Butterfly and yellow bird

  A company of good omen.

  She lured the birds

  Who joined in chorus

  And chant in praise

  Of love and joy

  Spread across the green and blue.

  A wonder solitude

  Authentic beatitude

  She taught us learn

  To love and beget compassion. 

  The night had crooks

  Design they conspired

  And quiet her visage

  She had the smirk.

  Led her to the pyre

  She was laid

  Wood upon the woods

  And a purgatory

  Of souls in transit.

 You were the glow

 A teacher and sage

 Auburn sunshine

 Erasing gloom

 Dispatching serene benevolence

 For wild stokers.

 And spread  zeal  

 For better tomorrows. 

     ( in remembrance of my grandmother ,she shaped my childhood, my only companion then,  who was the most beautiful woman in my life, my first love in a sense that she made me learn tenderness has a spreading smile that encompasses difficult souls, reins in writhing conflicts, quells despair.) 

                               SHORT POEM (4)

  In your dull mood
  I tried to cheer
  Frowned upon,
  I followed thee
  To get a glimpse
  Of cherry cheeks,
  And wild curves .
  You smiled
  Stealthily scorned,
  Amused you
  Said ; fools die
  Never once,
  but are born
  To die a thousand death
  In dungeon and den,
  Mourned by none,
  Followed by many.    
 
 
                

       SHORT POEM (3)

In her closed eyes

I  witness universe

Peeping at dark hole

When she retires

The world winks

For a vision

Of eclipse,

splendid

And virgin,

Unspoiled

She wakes up.

Peeved moon,

Hides the shine

Behind dryad.

To be sought

For reasons mysterious.

                            

                                                      *

    Strange are the ways of mind,
    In love it blooms
    thousand lilies,
    In despair it is in
    ocean’s deep abyss,
    In amnesia it probes
    maxim infinity
    In death it leads
    a journey to eternity.

       Sad are the songs,
       That flickers the
       Heart.
       Jealous women,
       Obdurate son
       Disloyal friends
       Stubborn wife
       Autumn anguish
       Triggers off
       Quick flashes of
       Melancholy,
       Tremors of mind
       Terrains of love,
       Extinguished flames


       That kindled once
       Love and deep despair
       On the canvas of vast
       Outstretched coral reef.
       Wild fantasy,
       Falling banister
       Love’s elegy.
       Abstract is the route
       Heart takes,
       It loves to adore
       Tragic unfolding
       In a sweet note.
       Melodious melancholy             
       And wild escapade
       Crawling into
       The inner core
       In a still frame.  
     
     

     
      
      
      

                           Here in the holy land
                           Ceremony of oblations
                           In the Pitrapaksh
                           Submitting to Gods
                           Praying peace for

                           ancestors,                          
                           Taking a dip in the  Phalgu,
                           The holy river,
                           Beside God’s foot print,
                           They invoke the dead,
                           Encircle the holy tree,
                           Pay obeisance,
                           Hope and belief in them
                           There will be a day,
                           Their sons, grandsons
                           Shall collect here
                           And pray peace for them
                           In their abode of heaven.                            

   If I can wake the dead
   And ask,
   You have not hurt one
   Never have you put others
   To violence,
   You were a chum to all.
   Friend and foe together
   You shared your bread
   King or destitute no matter.
   Never have you basked in
   Glory  and gold
   Pursuit and purple
   Alike.
   Never you anchored a design
   To fence a neighbour,
   Never wall a stranger,
   Nor fend for gluttony ,
   Between earth and heaven.
   Nor you Went shedding
   Tears and sweat
   For war and malice.
   Never fell a prey
   To lure of flesh,
   And flower.
   Never succumb to enticements,
   Nor console the wicked
   And falling spirits.
   Never red with rage
   Blue with jealousy,
   Nor have insinuations
   False and vain.
   Never wear jazzy in glory,
   Lie down in low
   And betray humility,
   Never were you victim
   Of temptation,greed
   And avarice,
   Nor avenged the wrong
   In deceit and foul.   
   Nor have you
   Bathed in blood and gore,
   Never escaped pain
   And lie guilt
   Never did you close
   The door to compassion
   And amity.
      
   Then you are my company
   And I follow thee.