Sunday, August 1, 2021

MADHU GANGOPADHYAY

 


MADHU GANGOPADHYAY

 

The Moon

The Waves And The Shore..

 

The moon tantalizes and titillates the waves!

Pregnant with passion: with incredible force

 Leap to fondle the moon, fails! then rush to hug the shore;

Instantly pushed back; the shore rejects the amorous overtures!

Poseidon plays the spoil sport!

The villain of the love story. Pulls it back with all its might!

The futile attempt continues, relentlessly all odds fight!

The indomitable urge to be one with the moon or the coast.

 Remain unfulfilled: undone!

 A foolish, hopeless lover's ghost!

The flustered heart tears apart

Love continually tugs at the fiery heart!

The Cupid moon loves to excite and flirt!

Unrequited: the waves languish!

It can neither the moon nor the shore kiss!

©️#madmusings

 

 

Oedipus Today!

 

What blasphemous sin did man commit?

Like Oedipus did he unknowingly meet

His nemesis? Or else why such a time unleash?

When death knocks on every door, man slowly perish!

Oedipus, as fate designed, killed Laius (his father)

As arrogance and pride overtook and rode to Thebes.

The Delphic oracle's prophecy proved to be true.

Oedipus' hubris led him to his hamartia as he let his sins brew!

He answered the Sphinx with absolute alacrity.

Thereby ensured the ultimate calamity!

The Thebans offered Jocasta (his mother) to him:

Blind as he was committed the incest sin!

Married his own mother: four children they had together!

Man is the architect of his own fate!

Time and again it is proven as it states:

Within the limits of destiny man may find ways

To assert his freedom however arbitrary be fate!

The plague that ravaged Thebes,

Could only be lifted if the murderer were caught.

Oedipus then the truth of Laius' death sought!

 He was aghast when he came to know,

 That it was he who killed his father long ago!

 Jocasta harrowed: she bedded her son; Damned!

In shame, guilt and self-loath herself she hanged! Oedipus too, overcome with despise and distress;

Took two pins from his mother's dress,

Pierced his eyes and marred his vision

Oh! What sacrilegious connections!

Wonder what man did now?

What impious act he ploughed?

His craze to rule the universe

Has brought upon him this dreadful curse!

Lust for power: man's eternal hubris.

How like Oedipus foolishly he rushes!

Leading himself to his nemesis:

His tragic flaw pushes him into abyss!

Oh God! Please help man redeem his sins.

Before apocalypse upon himself he brings!

 ©️#madmusings

 29.04.2021

[02:09, 6/12/2021] Madhu Gangopadhyay:

 

 

 The Loon..

 

Absorbed and engrossed in a world of his own.

He weaves dreams on his fantastic loom!

Travels in his mind to places far and near

Talks to himself, his ideas he hears them clear!

He smiles at everyone he knows not.

He has no inhibition of any sort!

He romances life with rare zeal,

He is emotional, every pain he feels!

Numerous names people confer on him,

Prodding on the streets or on pavements he is seen.

A ragamuffin, ragged with stained teeth.

The other day I spotted him there underneath,

The banyan tree where he was scribbling

Occasionally looked up while his dirty nails nibbling!

Curious as I was, cautiously approached,

At once he faced me and a question he broached.

"Who are you? And what do you do?"

"Oh! I write a poem few."

He smiled broadly, stood up and touched my cheek.

Beaming, his rheumy, glistening eyes seem to speak.

I grinned as I gathered my wits:

By then he was laughing, almost in splits.

I stood there perplexed and confused,

He wasn’t in the least bemused!

"I too was a poet like you. Now I write no new!"

"Oh! Is it? You shall write soon!"

He turned his back to go,

I heard him say as he went,

"I will not anymore! I am a poem called loon!"

©️#madmusings

15.05.2021

 

MADHU GANGOPADHYAY

 

MADHU GANGOPADHYAY hails from India. Her passion for writing began when she was in school. She loves to pen down her musings at random moments. She is fiercely passionate about poetry and short stories, and her penchant for mythology can be seen in her works. She conveniently explores all the genres of poetry writing and has written on a plethora of topics. She has a Master’s degree in English Literature from Calcutta University and a Bachelor’s degree in Education. She has been in the education industry for two decades now. She has also been a content developer and has designed academic course books for senior school students and colleges. A soft skills trainer, motivational speaker, and an avid social worker: she is also an exponent of Indian classical dance forms.

 

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