The Orb of the Moon and Two Other, Three Poems4 min read
The Orb of the Moon
From the perennial percussion
Of the gurgling streams
Backing up to the waiting shores
Awakens a transient Oracle
Of a bemused lore.
An Oracle resplendent in attire
As perfect as virtuous jewels sapphire.
The deepest recesses
Of an adoring springtime
Fills up with a brim of gallant hopes,
Dawning in a ceaseless song
Of an unwinding carol
Once lost on a moony day of yore.
Then on a seamless horizon
Rises a burning suspended saffron, the Sun,
To meet its daily humongous thirst
It radiates with its surgical precision
Of humid yet humble blanket of cozy bursts.
But when the daylight lightens
And when the darkness lightens
The edges of the clouds are tinged
With a pale pink;
Wearing a saffron attire
The bare colour grows deep
Like an unkempt reddish fire.
Wandering down the streams
Along the shimmering waves,
Over the vast expanse of the silvery white gown,
Clinging onto the soft beacon of light,
Of visibly torrid tides below,
Twirling, gyrating, dancing, mumbling,
Imitating a child-like rumbling,
Wanting to quiver in utter delight.
Of grinding aches of laughter,
Nodding, swinging, falling, tumbling,
Puzzling the speech of the earthly grumbling,
Unmasking the bitter sweet face of the moon;
The orb of the moon
Offers complete resentment and respite
From its limitless blues of tender sighs.
But the dark bland of ground
Beneath the blazing silver
Gathered no immense might.
No visible trace of strength
To rise up to the moonstruck splendour
That is offering all through the night.
Titanic – The Ship of Dreams
Deep down in the torrid Atlantic
In the blue waters bestial and barbaric
Lies the heart-weeping tale of Titanic.
Incredible relics of a long lost glory
On which nature had its diabolical fury!
Lying under wraps in secret eternity…
God never really took pity.
Lavished upon her a prodigal spirit
All that art and comfort could attain.
But who knew
That its life will never retain
Its own romance on board the ship so rare;
Living beyond the hopes of despair…
Lit up with a camaraderie of sterling fare
It conveyed its passengers an unstinting care.
Cruised along the gigantic world of dreams
With all wealth of splendour and profound means.
For its glorious maiden voyage
To jazzy New York in America
Southampton kissed it goodbye
As the greatest ship set-sailed
On a lullaby…
Mellifluous elegance of old English solicitude;
Sophisticated people of stately repute;
Prominent icons of the twentieth century
Belonging to a unique luminary:
All aboard the splendid ship;
In pursuit of an historic trip.
In the corrosive sands of time
Lay buried like a forgotten rhyme;
Like a broken white star
In the howling skies afar.
Even the brightest daylight
Never dared to probe the devilish deeps.
But in the wallow of hopelessness
Titanic gave a valiant fight…
To that demonic night.
Like a lonely guiding white star
It trod on loads of august pride.
Until it sunk deep in the blue
Stamping unstoppably in its stride.
Caught in between the devil
And the deep blue sea.
Vanished from the world above
Into waters mercilessly icy.
Titanic is seen second time again,
After decades of darkness and pain.
Eighty five years of bygone time;
Bridged now to the White Star Line.
The death of a dream called Titanic
Changed many lives through thick and thin…
The unlivable years have gone by
Never singing even one tiny lullaby.
The bereaved hearts full of love though
Somehow kept living, but then gone;
Seldom finding hope to hold on.
Memories of the distant years
Neither leave nor fade away.
But holding on to the memories
Of the ones loved and lost
Never came their way.
Now waiting for an absolution
Is like a promise kept:
A promise to never let go.
And the heart does go on…
Rats and Mice
Day in and day out,
Rats and mice together shout.
You will hop skip and jump in fear;
Catch them if you can dear!
Oh! It’s so hard to shoo them away.
Are they going out anyway?
A fat rat will say ‘No!’
You will kiss its tail and bow.
Do not think twice
To kill rats and mice
Lay them sweet poisoned nuts
And watch them lose their guts.
Not an easy task to kill;
You will be put on a physical drill.
Rats and mice are a menace;
You will find them fighting on a terrace
Peep into its palatial hole,
You will find a big fat mole!