AN ELEGY OF A DUSKY DROP

⁯Dusk was a dark one
The sun kept hiding
Creepy shadows lengthened
And clouds kept roaring...
Thunderbolts
Howls of angry winds...

You sat alone...alone
Behind your lonely window
And watched the cattle
Returning from the pastures
And the darkness
Engulfing every single soul
Sparing nothing
Not even the windy howl...

You felt the shadows growing
Around your dark presence
A creed of emotions
Of some promised return
Burnt your heart...
You wrote poems
Abstracted and dark
About some dark history...

Yet a drop fell
From the stormy heavens
And your dark eyes...
The first drop of monsoons
Perched on a green leaf
With a melancholic tickle
And a muted thud
Ran along its spine...
So did your emotions
They creeped down you
In some serpentine way
Your pen felt restless...

Rains poured on...
On the thatched roofs
And on muddy roads...
A shadowy coolness
Spreaded its wings
You fell asleep
With a restless heart...
And you slept
And slept...

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Dr. S.N, Mohanty :: Principal, B.J.B. Junior College

SONNET 24

Those sleepy shy dusks when perch on the cloudy sky And hue of setting Sun reddens those clouds in west The nomad tired bird then returns to his nest Bringing silent tear drops to your eyes, once gone dry And thunders make you guess that the heavens're set to cry. The dreams that you had lost then seem like broken glass As those rainy winds sweep by o'er the swaying grass Like an insane wish to weep... An insane wish to die. Dusky rains embrace soft earth steaming with each splash Wet soil's fragrance fills the sky with wind's sedate pace The coolness sooths your heart, yet warm tears wash your face And lost in lurid dreams your latent longings lash As slowly fragrance fades, those lonely midnights mourn You reminisce, sob and seek monsoon's short sojourn...

Trystic

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...

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