Sunday, January 1, 2017



The wheel rotates
From this stratosphere
 to another
The surreal blends
 into my being
on a cold winter morn

Distances blur
Foggy mists cast
an uncanny haze
The here and now
the there and then

Frosty chills warm
The oozing heart
Cashmere shawls douse
The embers of love

Snow mounds blind
The baby sun's rays
Icy tentacles  tighten
their vice like grip

Manna drops like mercy
from heaven on high
Laden to the brim
Is Santa's sleigh

Keep calm and breathe
The chill will thaw
Wood fires glow
Your heart's ablaze

Smile my soul
As the wheel rotates
The surreal blends
On a cold winters morn
Copyright Lily Swarn 28.7.2016


Nascent dreams of polypeptide chains
swinging  with langurs from  the Jakhu hill

Pre pubescent hormones
Dashing on Alpine
peaks  of
submerged desires

Fragrant gazpachos of lurid
Crawling up the Pamir knot
Of ancient hallucinations
Copyright 27.12.2015


Vultures and kites had decided the menu for the day
The squirrels scurried up and down the tree with the finesse
And grace of ballet dancers

The snow was tightly packed in mounds and heaps of hellish chill
 Deer roamed gazelle eyed
Stepping stealthily  on the icy pine needles

Kamli was huddled under a tattered  blanket
It's vintage was unknown
Yawning holes shredded it in pitiable strips
Her weakened frame 
A mere bag of shivering bones
Barely alive  in this torturous winter freeze

Her home ,the barn was burnt in the fire  last night
Her family lay burnt to  cinders
 The blaze  from their simmering  ashes long since dead
 Too young to know the magnitude of her loss
Old enough to know she was all alone

The puppy near her elbow  yelped piteously
Hunger and chill made them  comrades in arms
Child and Beast embraced
The wrath of nature triumphed
Poverty has no favourites
While destiny remains biased
The girl  died !the puppy lived !
The chill laughed like  a banshee!


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