Bracing Faith

The conspiring droplets tell me a story

Of a thousand pain in the hundreds of alleys and roads –

Your eyes that create a façade of those days

When the smile called me to meet you again and again

The restlessness prevails…

In this spring as I hold a bucket full of water

From the rain drops that just filled a little dust

And sands and mud accumulated in the dry days at the tin roof …

The tiny droplets greet me as I spread my arms beneath the sky, whilst

A child walks past in school dress with a colourful umbrella

Hanging by the shoulder… the big drops descend,

Conquering the outer silence!

The eunuchs vibrate their feet past a racing vehicle

Splashing water from the bucket to cleanse the look,

As she springs forth her torso into an act, defying

Gestures into a symbolical kapurush-mahapurush fad –

Bubbling with life’s abundance beauty, fiery countenance

In the rattling waters, as eyes galore!

The streets shine with the silvery droplets

Whilst a cat rushes to the pine tree, its claws firmly

Gripping the tight skin amidst swirling sound of the leaves…

The droplets raise the sequencing sound rotating in patterns

And sizes, as umbrellas drape the colourful streets!

Charming and curious; weird and strange;

The beat of the drums from the frame attract

The tourists… modern, yet unusually old-world

That calls the wild tide with a bizarre appeal…

As the eunuchs gather intriguingly with stimulating energy

Rousing the beats amidst the heavy downpour, absorbing

Within the enchanting and alluring call of the hills!

The conspiring droplets foretold a story of a thousand

Beleaguered siege, of life and death; of love and hope;

Resonating with the vibrancy of enticing the invited soul

Enthralling in ecstasy, as calmness contains the self!

For I have drawn the magnetic charm of the captive

Confinement, entrapping the deception and stirring the emotions…

As I have come to drown myself in the tutorship of the beats;

Benignly acquainting with the compassionate exuberance,

While I gently open the doors for the wind’s benevolence!

The alluring droplets brace my faith...

                  Rajdeep Pathak

              June 25, 2015

Love’s Colourful Carnival

The Sun has embraced the sky

Leaving behind the starry night,

Colours sprinkle over the horizon

As Earth bathes in the holy rain!

My soul waits for your touch…

Blue, green, yellow and red…

As drops of paint flow from your brush!

These are your colours which glide through my bosom,

As I fasten the white and pink chrysanthemums that

Adorn your temple…

You are one, whilst your colours many. For, ’tis

Your golden brush that sketch me in different forms –

In water, in light, in sun and in shade – from princess

To widows; from an angel to a prostitute, from a Goddess

To one in the lanes struggling to survive!

Paint me, with your touch, your looks, your smile…!

I yearn to touch the softness

Of your hands that grips both

The sword and the brush with ease;

That plucks roses and also

Removes thorns from beneath my feet…

As you embrace the blood to your lips

And colours paint your fingers.

You’ve draped in various forms –

From a king to a saint; from crimson

To plain white; from fallen leaves to decorated

Flowers in the altar of your temple…

Detaching, and unfastening the united locks.

You’ve glided me in the swing

And borne me like a fragrance in

The first dew of life as the sun mounts!

I’ve danced in the waters and

Drunk the sweetness of love;

I’ve embraced yours and mine soul

Together with colours of hope that

My eyes poured upon thine!

I’ve met you within the divinity of the temple

And faithfully yearned to be loved beyond

The lights of the lamps, in darkness and dawn,

Sprinkling dreams, spraying colours, touching hearts…

To life…to eternity, as we delighted in the rain drops!

I wait, as you come to my abode,

As your golden brush, paint joy,

Whilst the ecstasy of heaven on earth

Envelope my sight…

                                                        Rajdeep Pathak

                                                       March 15, 2015

                                                                                               

The Echoing Verses

I have long forgotten the flower

That lay somewhere in the book;

Whilst the sweet fragrance still caresses

Its lost embrace upon petals that scatter in the corner….

The elusive verses that held to my lips

And your narratives did the rhyme;

The sound of the obscure and vague subtlety

Blurred my eyes, as I joined your variations…

Not now!

On the other bench of the musical milieu

Stood delusions of a longing lustrous evening;

When the sun glistened into the bosom of the horizon

As the languorous soul dreamt for a flower to blossom…

The heart now placed before the world.

Dreamy, yet into the stillness of this night

The strength of madness dashes out,

Pouring death and sorrow, glimmer and gold;

As I gaze for my song from the dawn.

The captive verses of the night dwelling in peace

Into the silence of the heart that resonated, filling

The eyes, as the moonlit night passes by…

A voyage has begun!

Blessed, for I am here through this thirst,

As I watch the night alone…

                                                                 

Rajdeep Pathak

February 27, 2015