Ganesh Prasad's Blog

The lone poet walks  Along that dusty avenue Lined with leafless trees And cold stones of a lonesome hue. Towards his deserted home He walks on and on On cold winter dusks- The hours of a weak dying sun. O' passers by! Stop And behold his lonesome gait, Maybe the lone remnants of His cruel raging fate. With the death of that weak Sun His lonesome day ends. Beneath those soils, warm, A peaceful night he spends. Nights pass o'er his grave A handful of solace they bring, Unkempt mementos; dark And lost remains of a shrewd spring...

You walk 'way, brings you back Inexorable a dream Wishes fly blue... Taking deep breaths soothing the fire within... I 'wait, see dry leaves fall with long moments which pass, bereft of home, sky and love you rest on dead grass... Monsoons come... go, taking your mirth, and they leave you dead... Dry leaf thou art, to decay on earth; wet soil's thy death bed... Swallows come back, new leaves sway, you rest on those earths; grim... I wish it could, brought you back, inexorable my dream...

Ages of sombre slumber Preserves thy soul not From the sabre o' desire "Far from the folk they meet in the dusk of a shrewd spring glorying in tales of lust trystic ballads they sing " Divine inert eternity rewards thou not warmth of profane audacity " Their willowy hands are wrapped A tale of nails and lips Those softest unkempt grass Serve for the trystic sleeps " O' poet, pretend not and sing Of this tryst of springs Of those small profane things " ... Narrow eyes of heavens then flash Fear grips like a venomous sting promising return they part still trystic ballads they sing... " When those springs are gone On our tryst's doom A sombre monsoon's dusk, some profane buds then bloom... NOTES: In this poem first, third and fifth verses are related to each other and second, forth and sixth ones are related to each other. The last verse is a standalone one. First group of verses convey my thoughts on the imagery that is described through

He slept and dreamt, the poor magician !!! Those smothered rabbits grinning at him inexorably... He can't confine them to within his hats any longer... No more... Humanity undying !!! He must soften himself and adopt his REVISITED TRICKS...