Fisherman in the Luit
Springtime in Assam
The Fisherman In the Luit From the nebulous light of a new day Surfaced a silhouette Of a sinewy man with a stoop. His moth-eaten wooden canoe was Moored on the edge of the white floodplain. Read the whole poem Published in Better than Starbucks.Link: https://betterthanstarbucks.wixsite.com/sept2020/international-poetry
Springtime in Assam
Published in Indian Literature, Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi.
Through roadless routes I had traversed,
A gutty drive on an off-roader under rocks spilling waterfalls;
Braved landslides and shootings stones;
To arrive at Tawang
In search of my Shangri La.
Every revered and famous spot I did visit
Breathing in a spellbound sigh
As we all do
When Nature’s plethora
Demands of us to behold her in awestruck wonder.
Every named and unnamed lane did I walk,
Paid homage at each monastery and statue,
Hearkened to the centuries old words of the monks.
Read the age old books preserved in the libraries.
And attended the prayer service of the priests.
Still, my heart pined for Shangri La—
Where gaiety mitigated tears,
Where beauty captivated to bloom blissful in my heart.
Where the devil feared to cast his evil eye
Because love divine reigned supreme in every soul.
Where truth could overpower the naysayer.
Where my senses could soak in the goodness of life.
I heard peals of laughter across the rugged ranges,
Gamboling and gliding; dipping and rising,
Like the musical notes of a maestro.
And sweeter than the sweetest bird song.
Was their sparkling laughter saturated with.
Like a breath of breeze on a sultry Indian summer day.
Their small bodies, clothed in rough homespun maroon sarongs,
Vibrated with mirth.They were
Little wish-fulfilling lanterns floating in the air.
Like fireflies, their mischievous eyes lit and danced.
Their sunburnt smiling faces crinkled,
Ready to bubble forth droll declarations.
I knew then that I had found my Shangri La—
In the melody the tiny monks
As they jumped up and down,
Smiled and laughed, blowing flying kisses at me.
Their happiness elevated my spirit lickety-split.
My search had ended.
Time stood still,
As our souls reached out to connect,
Smile in sublime union for long, sacred moments.
All too soon it was time
To bid adieu.
As I waved them goodbye,
Yes, we humans had once known how to laugh
With spontaneous heartiness,
Without any expectations.
We were humane once.
I moseyed my way back,
Euphoric that the enshroud fortune
I had ventured out in search of
In my trip to Tawang
Was unveiled for me.
Heartfelt thanks to Brigadier P.K. Jaiswal for extending his warm hospitality in making our journey to Tawang memorable.
From the collection :Nature Poems.
—-the tumeric flower
I ambled around in the early hours
To join the birds as they greeted
A newborn day with ardour;
When, through the corner of my eyes
A stunning sight
In the kitchen garden
Claimed my undivided attention.
Camouflaged in three feet tall
Funnelled out from their bracts
Velvety, firm, fair-petaled flowers
Rimmed with lilac pink.
Deeper down the conical blooms
Concealed from the careless eye, nestled
Golden florets in tiny leafy cups. …….
—-noon, 23rd October,2019.********
From the volume: Lost in Laitkor
Laitkor musings, Shillong, 23rd September 2017.
Doodling on my pink poetry notebook
In our ‘Pine Crest’ in Laitkor,
My attention is arrested
By the compelling view outside my window-
A canopy of pine needles
Ivory pearls of dew
Lace the twigs.
The distant impenetrable forest
Is home to the jackals
Who howl long and loud
In the hushed, numbing nights.
In the morning, from my bedroom window
My eyes seek the old steel-blue cathedral.Where
Mother Mary stands beauteously
With her palm raised patiently
To bless all.
My glance drifts across the city of Shillong
Which rises in the upland
Beyond the undulating pine hills.
Afar, are the virgin peaks
In shades of azure and green,
A trail of clouds mushroom and frolic,
Dip and dance
Between the houses
Between the hills
Between the sky and the earth.
And at night,
Life continues in all its complacency
As electric lights glitter and sparkle
More brightly than the faraway stars
Which twinkle dimly and fade away.