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NEHA BHANDARKAR

Send me,

Audaciously send me,

A trug of roses

And also send me,

Their fragrance

Through O’phone………

Take me

In your arms

In this global scenario

Of intrinsic internet,

And delicately tuck in

A gorgeous

Genuine fresh flower chaplet

Of Spanish Cherry

In my hair………

I would perceive

Your emotions

Invaluable than ornaments

But would you really

Fathom the depth

And perimeter of my

Intense feelings?

Agreed ssssssss………….

You would even give me

The rainbowy horizon

But would your vision

Trace out the horizon

That I do wish for?

The blood akine

Spiritual energy

Doesn’t ever let

Gain a peace

The active volcano

Dwelling inside me…………

I too,

See countless dreams

Obsessed to objectives

As never ending

Numerous dormant wishes

Keep simmering

Like the molten lava.

Would you be able

To bloom this

Dried, lifeless

Corporal flower?

Would you be able to enliven

My inanimate appearance?

Would you be able

To fill colours

In this sculpture

As once did Pygmalion?

Agreed sssssssss………

The night blooming

And blossoming

With your touch

Emanates  sandalwood fragnance

All through my senses,

As a love-light

Keeps lighting

Alike gleam of fireflies

In our love shrine………….

O dear, flowers are reborn

Through pollination,

So  flowers also

Agree to the tenets

Of nature…

Isn’t it?

Intrusion of

Every nector sucking

Bumble bees

Who crush the Body-flower

Is denied by the helpless

Wretched flowers !…..

Alas ! Even a single

Sunbeam is all enough

To wither them up……….

……Huh !

And you insist

To revital

The withered flowers?

Isn’t  it better that

Man learns not to let

The flowers wither?

Then at least

Man could proudly say

“I care you

Like the eternal flowers”

And of course dear,

When you learn caring me forever

I would yearn

Just not for this virtual

Trug of flowers

But a chaplet made of

Fresh Spanish Cherry

Yesssssssssss……..

Every day,

Every single day, my dear………….

©NEHA BHANDARKAR

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Eternal horizon

 

Hans en Bianca

in the silent room I bow my head deep to the ground

my cervix shrinks together and I lose words

that will lack all power when the sun’s rays disappear forever

 

despair clings to me in an evening fog of sorrow

the fumes of your image absorbed in the plane disaster

my comprehension is unable to contain it all to the full extent

 

with empty eyes I stare at the sky and reach for heaven

your years of life pass by like a flashing comet

lightning bolts hit the epicenter of icy loneliness

 

powerlessness kills the ground under my feet in the gallery of sorrow

considered thoughts seek answers in me that can’t be found in

the connections that must proceed in two worlds – earthly and heavenly

 

out of the clouds I feel drops of you melting together with tears on my face

I hear your voice like an echo that will keep beating in my heart until I am with you again

 

© Hans en Bianca

 

You are the only song I want to sing

Mónika Tóth 

Dedicated my sweet Romanian friend Vasile

You are my inspiration,every day.

You are the smile on my face.

You are sparkle in my eyes.

You are the only song I want to sing.

You are my light in the darkness,

My strength when I’m too weak,

My voice when I speak.

My smile,when I see you.

My happiness when i am sad.

My friend when no one’s here.

The truth is

You mean so much to me.

nobody not loves me

no roses

no chocolate

no dear or sweetheart

deep sight

deep silence

no gift

no call

no hug

no kiss

nobody not loves me

the pen slips out of my hand

and I cry

about you

your beautiful eyes

they are splendid lovely

a fountain of joy

your beautiful red lips

the color of wonderful roses

they tell a story of happiness

your goodness

is my joy

your sweet and lively smile

is my happiness

your friendship is my greatest gift

your name is my drug

I confess,the truth is,

I adore you

your name

dedicated my best Romanian friend Vasile

every morning

your name

is honey

on my lips

every afternoon

your name

is flower

on my lips

every night

your name

is beautiful melody

om my lips

You are

the most

beautiful thing,

in my life

Amar Nishithoraater Baadolodhaara

“Aamar nishithoraater baadolodhaara,

eso hey gopane
Aamar swaponloke dishahaara.
Ogo andhokarer antarodhan,

daao dheke mor paran mon –
Aami chaai ne tapon, chaai ne taara.
Jakhon sabai magon ghumer ghore
niyo go, niyo go,
Aamar ghum niyo go haron kore.
Ekla ghare chupe chupe

eso kebal surer rupe – Diyo go ,diyo go,
Aamar chokher jaler diyo saara.

 

~ Rabindranath Tagore“

 

Ipsita Ganguli 

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Once She asked me
If I knew love,
And I said.. yes;
Love was when ,
The sunset rays,
Filled the waters of the lake
The evening spread
Across the skies
Over which the white owl flies
Of human touch
I knew not then
I did not know
What she had meant…

The years have gone
And I have known
Some broken dreams
Some silent screams
Words not kept
Promises never met
Of Human heart
And Human head
Machinations
In a Game called Life
Broken hearts
So cold
So blue
Painted Masks
Held as true

And Yet
Love comes to her
As if in dreams
Straight from the heavens
Silver raindrops from luminous clouds
Wrapped  in a beautiful golden shroud.

And Love Comes to her
In the dead of the night
Cloaked in darkness; velvet smooth
Resounding all around
In a deep deep baritone

And it wakes her up
And takes away her sleep
In Rainbow hues
In a velvet sky
And rain drenched nights
In bated breath, Love stays
Within the pitter patter of her heartbeat.

Beyond that,
Of human love
Of human touch
And Human folly
Machinations
Of Words not kept
Of promises not met
The Unending Wait
In a Game called Life

My  true beloved
My Eternal Being
Love me then
Love me with your Rain
In the heart of the night
In soft tenderness
Oh Drench me then
In Love
From the wombs of heaven.

 

Copyright ~ Ipsita Ganguli