the whirlpool of words: midnight ripples

the whirlpool of words: midnight ripples

Here and Forever

A clandestine spot,
A cliff ahead
she reached the point with heart in her hand
every beat, every pulse drummed within
a song so soft, a silence loud
murmured the stream to gurgle down

a deep rumble ruptured its way
from the deep cauldron rose
semes in clusters of play
eyes roam from corner to corner
the feet rustle the hem laces around
ankles tinkle,eager to meet
a spot chosen stands still
deserted of feelings
stoic in its memories

witness to meetings
rendezvous timeless
in its space.. the time flows
rumbling silently
touching all, she stands alone
a promise whispering
her lustrous locks -- sweet nothings fly and rustle away

A rendezvous eyes around
sees footsteps
hears a shadow
feels a fragrance
familiar touch- fragrant as ever

rumbled deep the elated heart
eyes hear the love abound
a rendezvous happens here and forever

idle mind

idle mind

idle mind breeds them all

in the recesses crawl a loft of idea

cohesioning in mercurial bonds

creating thoughts that matter and matter that thinks

idle mind does breed—

thoughts, ideas, bonds, identities

voracious creation in a space of numbness

works its hand in mysterious race

outpourings one day turn inventions next moment

potpourris burst to atoms of form

the content centres and the nuclei is born

all bonds grow to bind – forms form a sculpted ide

Idle minds breeds them all—

We see the world and forget the idea behind…  

text copyright lies with Mridula Das

Millstone

What is this pain that I bear,

My albatross that doesn't bare.

My heart breaking to pieces

every time it sees the braces

that holds this motley crowd;

Each in its own hell

Living the fire of inferno.

Hanging from my neck

My millstone I carry.

text copyright with Mridula Das

the whirlpool of words: Encased "I"

the whirlpool of words: Encased "I": In the case the 'I' lives called again and again to emerge,enter, and re-emerge; The fire the eternal constant. In t...

Encased "I"

In the case the 'I' lives

called again and again

to emerge,enter, and re-emerge;

The fire the eternal constant.

In the case the 'I' lives

turned again and again

to a 'You' and an 'It';

The other always rules.

The vitals suffer recurrently

in the cage sits the soul-

paining yet healing;

The 'I' emerges to fly

to soar away.

In the case the 'I' lives.

(text copyright with Mridula Das)

Moment to Moment

Moment to Moment

Tormented again in the moment;

Nothing remains forever,

Lingers thoughts in pain.

 Leaves flown all over

In the dust some remain,

Tormented again and again.

Tormented again in ecstasy;

Strings strummed in pain,

Every beat breaks the body 

Rises over and over again

Tormented again with beats;

Every step a story to tell,

Every arch reaches the sky,

The fingers sing the song of knell.

Brows shoot the arrows of love

Caught again in the mesh it dove

Tormented again and again.

Tormented again in rituals of yore;

Again they come, again they tore.

Streamers of heart, Confetti shower

Wet in tears under the bower.

Tormented again, here they stand-

The world revolves in the loveless band.

The whirlwind blows, creates the tempest

In she dives, a blur of wind.

Tormented again here they stand.

Mridula Das  4th September 2014

She-The Fire Born

Forming in the fire

She stopped!

Many similar visions she saw

Many such bodies burning bright’

Some in the name of fidelity,

Some for loyalty,

Many such more for courage

And maybe more for honour.

Standing in the fire,

She waited

Viewing the hazy hands

Folded in supplication

And stunned in awe.

A crown bowed in gratitude

Arms opened in awaiting

Standing the fire she saw

Glimpses of stills

Varied and unknown

Separate beads of the same chain

Maybe…

A hand with bows

A head bowing low

A laughing dice

A pain so slow.

A woman benign

Eyes so bright

A darkness glowing

In the blind sight.

A blue light

And a soothing smile

A gentle hand

And the seamless flow

Covering her dignity

As she sunk slow

Standing in the fire she saw.

Green forests

Magical ponds

Beautiful flowers

Ever ready pot.

Home and hearth

Love and pain

Alluring men

All together again

Monsters fought

Jealousies fraught

Burning anger

Actions of blunder

Dark arenas

Giant bodies

Good and bad

Fighting hard

Rolling flesh

Royal mess

Subdued man

Dharma’s cess

Love of many

Varieties galore

One with the mace and one with flower

Fish’s eye, speared red

Death beget

a bond in bed

separate fires

bathe in for each bier.

Standing in the fire she saw!

Yet one glow

The coat of gold

The eyes on fire and the

Hair so wild

The hand so steady

The bow so strong

Glowing white

Beckoned her from long

Jumped she out

The fire left behind

The visions difficult

She did not mind

‘My daughter’ said

the Bowed crown.

Delighted squeals

Broke all frown,

"‘Jagyanseni’ you are my dear

Coming out of the ritual fire"

‘My daughter, my redeemer

Come to me O deity

Your parents craved for your nativity’

Standing outside the fire she saw

Many more fires building anew

Knew she that was the walk

She needs to take

 in this New world of stake.

Standing outside the fire she saw

The burning fire within her raw!

(Poem Copyright Reserved @ mridula das)

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