(Last day) Rain was there from haze to torrential.
Megh is Rainy Season Raga & can be play anytime of the day.
Janmastami sky blanketed; lights of city making it red
The Park Street 42 color in tri-color glittering flouroscently
‘morrow is Independence Day, seventieth it will be.
Serenity of calmness beckoning to write something blue.
A day passed; a year subtracted from the forever promised.
The thoughts are riding fast; Aix is far still it is close it’s seems.
The drowsy bypass shaking up from drowsiness with zip
Of cars, buses, bikes before reinstalling the interim silence.
The flattering of Pujabarshiki saying puja is not far,
The autumn is not so far; the wind nocturnal is calm
Surprisingly ’cause there was no shower to-day.
The curtains of southern windows are clapping on my legs
Before slapping on the girth. A quietness coming up–
From this phantom zone where I lie; a hazy made-path
Entwined between the conceive & the creation.
The reality of life I keep vaulted in the darkness of the night.
- Janmastami marks the day Krishna born.
- Aix is referred to the poem “How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix” (1845) by Robert Browning.
- Pujabarshiki is Annual Magazine available a couple of months before Durgapuja. Almost all magazines bring out this annual special issue.
Daily Prompt: Prickle
FIRST OF ALL
THIS POEM WAS NOT
SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN
the whisper of stars muffled by clouds
the breeze of early night is dry though
slowly softly city humdrum slowing
the tired breath of my week end soul
yearning for the caress of calmness;
to lie down immobile & comatose.
I shut, after a fight of glory, self;
thoughts need arrangement all of–
sudden like my dear books almirah.
I want to organize my words;
their deep whisperings rumbling.
I need silence; want to be deaf
’cause this poem I don’t want to write.
LAST OF ALL THIS POEM WAS NOT
I WANT TO WRITE TONIGHT
LIKE MANY OTHER POEMS
LIKE MANY OTHER NIGHTS
Daily Prompt: Organize
Wet petrichored psithurism echo