The Magic of Words: An Ode to Karina. Saturday's Inspiration 28
Ode to Karina
She stood poised, emitting peerless verses from her lips
Like melodies, taken from the rhythmical cadences of beauty.
Bars – not chocolates – but musical scores and scrolls
Flowed through her, her shine reaching for the moonlight.
Yet the wind was her fragrant breath, cascading red roses --
A redolence of eloquent words -- tracing fire in the veins of
Poetry lovers, exploding a thousand rhapsodies in their being.
Sweet Karina, goddess Saraswati has laced your tongue with wine,
Igniting an inebriated sweetness in my longing. I looked at the
Attentive gaze of poets around you, a vortex of Love, streaming
Through their psyche, imbibing the magical allure of your
Enchanting verses, now dancing in their core. My Heart
Glints like magnets, King David blends in the rapture of your lyrical psalms,
Only to wash my soul with tears; paying homage to thy Light Divine.
Words … they are like sweet songs holding court within thy lips,
Stirring inside me, an Instagram of my feelings;
Whispering silent promises to the moon.
A measureless torrent of intimacy, they weave
Out of my breath and synergy, waltzing on the crest of
Longing In the agony of my cries.
Last week I performed at Poetical Word, the Emcee
Was so moved by my recital, that he immediately
Engaged the audience in three claps for me,
Which ended with a solace: ‘we … are healed!” Words … I wept
Copiously on reading once, of a woman on the verge of suicide.
She heard the enchanting, life-giving parchment of an Empress,
And changed … her mind.
We may not know the impact of the wordsmith, on one’s
State of mind. Each Bard sings a melody taken from a manuscript in Paradise. Sea water caresses the pearl on the marine bed;
The ocean serenades its opulence. Magnolias rise and waltz
With the dawn, whispering the allure of canaries.
The lily said to the sunflower: “Peace be with you, my radiant sister.”
Orion kisses our gaze at twilight and says: “Good night, my kindred Spirits,
We’ll meet again tomorrow.” An agony of echoes whispered from my core:
“Make me a servant, O Love,” and the rose tore its golden garments,
Offering its scent as a sacrifice to this cause.
Each sweet word spoken, each act of magic released,
Engages the Spirit of the one for whom it was intended.
And Karina, the Poetess, weaves a tapestry in the ambience so
Beautiful, that my tears become a raiment for the Beloved.
Her impeccable words embrace the sunset, sending kisses
To the breeze; touching my breath like a symphony from Mozart.
Lantern says: When I was lost in my darkness, it was the
Resonance of your skilled wizardry that set me free.
Now your tongue becomes a scripted calligraphy --
Scribbling love-songs on my Heart, whose charm echoes,
The effulgent excellence of the soul.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 3rd December, 2019
Beauty and words
Are they meaningful to your life?
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