Saturday, November 30, 2013

Sky Fall

The day of the lullaby is behind;
New dawn brings in fresh fragrance
Filled with marigold and emerald green;
Life blossoms!

Each movement comes within a moment
Of sparkles and sweet delight;
As the sun glaringly flashes beams of happiness;
Life journeys!

The night is dreary, yet dreamy.
The tiring stretches of crowded buses
And small corridors, do not stress the soul –
Life awaits!

The embracing warmth of the night sky
And the gathered thoughts of the tiring day,
Adds a new look to the dawn –
Life Shines!

The moving train halts at the subway
Defining further the route to trod,
As she walks through… and her folding arms
Checks each careful steps…
Life strengthens!

She knows the danger of times,
Of forceful eyes and alarming ties,
Of naked vision and wild cord,
Of being abandoned and deprived… 
‘Careful’, she murmurs as she walks –
The night follows….

Quietly, carefully, disturbingly, her
Fear grips her, her pride gives up
The hope of the loneliness around,
As she strangely looks at the wide
Lamppost and the beaming clouded light –
Drowned with fear, floating on hope,
She moves…

Reflections, her shadow torments her,
Yet she steadies her path,
Following her steps, counting each word,
Numbering her pace!

Is she free from the bondage of fear?
Is the freedom of birth so painful?
Is the world mute to her solitude…?


Rajdeep Pathak

Monday, November 18, 2013

Strings, Attached…



 I know not the joyous music of the strings
And the notes that your soul springs forth…
The silence of the strings makes me yearn
For words that could match the cold touch!

I see you sprint your thoughts as you
Create the ode into a riot of designs
Springing to and fro to transform the cold,
Into a more hopeful incredible sound!

Can you find me in the crowd of stillness
In the strings that echo an assurance?
Can you define the parallels of calmness?
The white and black shades of styled frames,
That fashion your possessed beauty?

The musical sound of the strings plays
With the perfumes sprayed around…
It’s a world of romanticism, of love and different shades
Of sounds and voices and chiming bells!

In that stillness of the night
The dedicated lovers cross streams of notes,
As flames cross decades of silence ---
The night plays on…!

Give me your word not to depart
For I have journeyed my soul with yours,
For I have sung with those strings…
Notes that not many dared to sing!

My tears of hope scroll down deep,
My eyes meet yours in solitude;
Wait, oh! Night, let it be, let it be…
For I know the strings by now –
Let it be, oh! Night…!
           
  Rajdeep Pathak
                                                                                                               November 16, 2013