Thursday, 18 July 2013
Monday, 17 June 2013
Bewitched
She melts my soul with her
Saturnine Cries,
Riding a Chalice,with wings spread
Far and Wide,
The bespectacled moon falls &
Kisses her flight,
Hush!!!.....she sings..putting to rest
The somatic mind...
The shadows of lust torment now
& then,
Her licentitous rake,She spawns...
not in vain, Twilight dawns on her Divine face,
Ahhh!! the bewitching Smile,
Entwines her holy grace...
May be the heart is too small a place
to dwell upon,
She weeps a trillion tears,till the
Times provoke me to yearn ;
Lost am I , in the realms of this
Wilderness,the Somniferous Aroma
of her laconis speech,
My rapturous Delights,
My despairing shrieks,have all become
so grim;
Help me,O Lord!!!!......I am BEWITCHED!!!!!!!!!!
Ahh!! there she is flying like an
Unfettered Cherubin,
The parting of her lips,what Concealed mysteries reveal;
My Soul is held captive in her
Amaranthine locks,
I bear the Monkey’s jeers and the
Vociferous Parrot’s talk.
I know,I’m Drowning in
this enigmatic Snare,
But What miracle can this ruined heart do????
When even Angels don’t dare....
Such is the magnificence...her Beauty
Profound....that it enslaves
Me forever,
TOrtured,TEsted and Traumatised.....
My hopes of survival look dim...
Help ME....OH!!!LORD...I am Bewitched.....
Like the fatigue of an endless day...
The fibre stealthily succumbs to
Fear and fate;
Like the pride in an oblivious cognizance,
The flickering Candle-light Douses
The flames of hate....
CAndles of LOVE....CANDLES OF
Mysticism...
Cisters of UTOPIA & Cradles of Romanticism ;
There is Bloom in Good &
Pulchritude in Evil,
And Beauty runs Wild...Even in the
most Lowly Fables...
Fables of Peace and Foibles of Fools,
Her glory Unmatched.....to reinvent
The tools;
Tools of Amour & tools of Pain,
Destiny can’t be blamed as....life is
Soaked in Disdain....
A life of Delight and Dismay,
A spell of Rebirth and Decay;
Enchanted by the quiver of those
Celestial Eyelids,
.......... is lost in the Delusions of
Wrongs and Misdeeds.
And thus spake the Nocturnal Spirit,
In her egregious Gothic Obsession ;
The light in the Hut is Dimly Lit;
By the allusions of her
Infernal Aggression....
Still,Subtle streaks of Regret &
Repentance,
Obscures this Wondering Mind ;
The Shadows of faith and Belief,
Call me from far Behind...
And as the sanguine Sky Stoops to
kiss the Crimson Sea,
I sit & sing the Hymns of
the Mightiest love....
Ever Preached ;
And as the distant voices storm into
my delirium,
I crawl my way back to the
Forbidden land.....dazed &
BEWITCHED......
Chandra Shekhar Pal....
Found this one while rummaging through my Old College copies....
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
DIVINTY PERSONIFIED....
The rings, the Celestial rings
ala, the Saturn
on her fingers
contracted bangles,
on the neck of a
Silvery swan
the anklet
the divine barrier
the chain...eternal binding this swain to her forever
infact for this fellow
disinterested in anything except her majesty
those two are the only points of
cognitive perception
in the soul less assembly of a seminar
the black point
covering the third eye of hers
the coinciding point of all the energies of the universe
she is Shakti...my Durga
The black point,covers the
volcanic crater, the suprafluous energy, the concentrated eye
if opened
would make all the heavens
submerge into itself...
Fear not...its not Destruction, but
the focalized point of the mellifluous beauty of hers.
O God, Besmirched at your wonderful artistry,
am i
In what famed ,eternal smithy
with what celestial forceps
used to make my Sweet Heart
Why is SHE so beautiful?
And why am I, a hoary-headed swain
A pale nothingness , as compared to her?
O God, how could I be suitable for her?
How could she, the thing of the Gods..An Angelic Delight...could be mine...
How Do I Love Thee.....Let Me Count the Ways....
Composed during a seminar...at the University of Burdwan, English Department..
She was just looking Divine that day...
Its Her Birthday today...
Tantalus
The Nights r endless
Throwing tantrums...
making me realize....the subtleties between
....a mans needs and wants...
But what if...
Those are the same for anybody...
the Big Bang and The Apocalypse...
all rolled into one sacred place..
.in the midst of those estuarine eyes....
All these...and much more..
The myriad meadows of creativity...
are but the playfields of Eton
for thee,by thee….OF THEE
from which oozes out my Centre of Gravity...of my Conscience...
They said...
you can
live without your wants…but
without your needs you are incomplete....
But what if...
for somebody...the intermingling of wants and needs… is
the presence of an unattainable fruitless love....
a constant thorn...
in spite of all the laurels I achieve....
There IS nothing without you...
THERE WAS NOTHING WITHOUT YOU...
I am just cursed....
a curse...
a burden of being incomplete...
So near yet so far
this adage
is not torturous any more
in fact
it rules me
my Conscience….my Destiny…
The proverbial Tantalus….
has a reincarnation within me…
All is a curse..
IS ALL A CURSE?
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