Mum: My Lovely Woman
Running after the twelvemonth
I am still searching for the distinct light,
Counting the stars that never end-
And never forget to bind me tight.
Hours of mindless gazing:
Far, far away from your warm embrace
Longing after the shower of love.
I sit alone every evening
Boring over those black and whites,
Sapless and cold in their own essence-
They never make me feel at home.
I stare at the unfriended window,
Desperation blooming in my dark soul,
Lament, never leaves my throat
Cackling laughter makes me bold.
I count my breath and noisy heart,
At night they recount their eroding past
Until exhaustion sweeps me away,
To put me on your little breast
And Melancholy goes away.
the nameless' tale
When the sun rises
And the chimney comes alive;
A grave woman walks along with the first light
Making her home, pruning the rest
Her house never feels any regret.
Yet she hurries to lock the door:
What if the sun leaves her sight?
There is no vanity echoing with her steps
Still her nimble feet cannot comply
With her thirst for life.
Hands are busy choosing pretty flowers-
When birds fly and sing to the dawn,
Mumbling and babbling what no one hears
But the cool breeze catches her tone.
Some bad, some rotten and some dying inside
She picks them all from the blooming yards
Nature and neighbours don't stop her.
Greying locks tousled and turned
In a fit of her sleepless nights
Her greenish pillow has been punched,
Been cried upon and soaked them all-
In search of her real name.
Towards the Path of Shame
He loiters around on his broken limbs,
Keeping the feline balance and the eagle gaze-
He searches around like a hungry vulture,
Waiting for any available lump of flesh.
They say that he is a ruthless killer,
Slaughtered his own wife and murdered old parents,
For gold, for revenge or for a cannibalistic lust
No one knows yet.
But all those years behind the bars
Couldn't tame this inhuman beast,
He is often seen stalking the wind-
With crimson eyes and foul teeth,
He smokes out the souls of many youths,
His own was grinded and wasted away,
For they say he never had one-
Or any hope to live for,
No family of his own
A childless man among many bastards;
In shame mother earth weeps alone.
random SUMMER diary
The sound of summer I thought was harsh
Like the push and pull of heavy vehicles;
Like the roads and flats of a mad city;
Like the clock that rang and broke into-
Where my heart sleeps with my mind-
Happy and careless like two fallen leaves
The noise of summer felt rough every year.
I laughed and cried at the crow's pleasure,
It swore everyday to disturb me
Like the summer so hot that roasted my feet,
But I ran and ran along the scorching street
My body felt small but I was free
Until father found me.
My summer was sweet and very juicy,
Nothing overwhelms the joys of mangoes
Yellow, red, green and slightly pink
Were held like little suns sent from the sky.
I wished to swallow them whole
Like the great little Hanuman
Who flew across the sky,
Fearless and reckless and very swift
I still dream to conquer the sun
So I can find the summer within me.
Sannyasi Raja (author) from Durgapur, West Bengal, India on August 15, 2020:
thoughtsprocess from Navsari (India) on August 15, 2020:
Beautiful poems. Thank you so much for sharing.
Sannyasi Raja (author) from Durgapur, West Bengal, India on August 09, 2020:
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on August 09, 2020:
Enjoyable poetry. I especially liked the last two. Thanks for sharing.