AMBIKA TALWAR

 

 

A Golden Solstice

 

In this impetuous dark of our times

light flickers her tail winding like a comet,

weaving my skin as blanket of dreams.

Brilliant reveries of cosmic unity remind

us everywhere is home.

 

Even a mendicant finds peace in shade

of broken trees; a torn veil aflutter with leaves

 

Awaken O Beloved!  It is past the hour.

Sans your gaze windows are slim shadows;

reveal your heart’s trenchant beauty.

Weave of cosmic sounds speak secrets

of our meeting dressed in tattered rainbows.

 

Let us glide on midori lawns soaked in sunlight.

Let silence remind of kosmic hush – ashimaa.

Will Breath of our breath be known now?

May bliss of union be the reason of our birth.

 

All around I see rainbows arc in minute

iridescent fractals – a cosmic flash dance.

Beauty stirs a tautness along my spinal cord.

So therapeutic – it makes whole beings’ glow.

Is Love in arms ready to arise?

 

Fragrant Memory

Of A Lived Future

 

I am that delighting fragrance

playing hide and seek on toes:

I am your smile that knows.

 

I am also your smile that hides

and now wandering seeks

flowers left by the filigreed door.

 

Citronella in jasmine arms

yellow star in night's lit skies

I sing of memory in night's eyes.

 

On this hot sultry afternoon

medieval towers abuzz with flies.

Fan whirrs softly at your feet,

 

then your green eyes catch letters

documents – they trail away into

cups of beauty: life endures

when we listen to hush of rain.

 

Fragrant rain falls softly when we

are distracted: Future memories

entice our visit to gardens where

 

roses with thorns grow like love

so unbearable, we listen to falling

water making circles in the pond.

 

Time Beyond Time

 

Time beyond time, gap is child

of all space. She peeks through

in wonder

Each pore of desire

knows

words may fall and rise,

but gaps between silences

contain all that we ever need

to make sense of worlds.

 

Lovers may quarrel only

to taste manna of gaps

gold threads floating in dark

that only beloveds can see

This, too, is love. Isn't it?

Earth was not formed

without breaking of rocks

into sand and dust.

 

Magic of Time is this

that language too disappears

into Source

and She-Beloved closes her eyes

smiles for him wherever he is

He-Beloved lies

resplendent...waiting with open palms

 

Words are become unnecessary

Her reddish eyes soften gaze

travel over horizon of his smiling body.

 

So Love has a way –

why quarrel in these tenuous days?

Death comes as it does and will

Why waste a beating heart?

Damaru of flesh merges in union

Follow Shiva’s tears backward in time

to an always now. Be...be

Born into the unborn – emptiness

 

AMBIKA TALWAR

 

AMBIKA TALWAR India-born educator-author, healer-artist, she bridges worlds with ecstatic poetry and short stories. As a Bharat Awards for Literature awardee, she is published in World Wide Writer's Web. As a poet, Ambika is winner of Rabindranath Tagore Int'l, Great India Poetry contest, and a Pushcart nominee; she's published in Grateful Conversations, Crystal Fire, Beyond-Words, Kyoto Journal, On Divine Names, Roseate-Anthology, Glo-Mag, Enchanting Verses and various other anthologies print/online. She made a short film for which she won the Best Original Story Award at a festival in Belgium in 2000. Current California Quarterly/California State Poetry Society board member, she lives in USA/Bharat.