LILY SWARN
An Opera House
Called Zindagi
After all I’m a
creation of some unknown desire
Of the universe
to keep itself ticking
Who knows what
quantum physics is trying to explain?
The vast
repertoire of knowledgeable tomes
Piling up in
mountainous heaps in dusty bookshelves
Worm infested;
musty rose buds pressed inside sepia pages
You and I are
living our nominated time
Ticking like time
bombs waiting to explode
Fanciful Avtars
with gregarious appetites for living
Jaded expressions
Predictable
smiles
Artfully designed
To suit our
environments
A piece of
exquisite art is each human
Every cell a
fascinating miniature painting
A lip, an eye, a heart,
a mind
Appearing on
walls of life like murals
Painstakingly shaded,
block printed,
Tied and dyed
with vegetable dyes
Crumbling into
heaps of ashes
Carefully
collected into urns
By relatives in a
rush to catch their planes and trains
To get back to
this Opera House called Zindagi
Copyright Lily
Swarn 29.11.2021
The Real One!
Waiting in real
time for a real person
Different from
screen images of filtered flawlessness
A flesh and blood
human whose eyes crinkle when she laughs
Whose forehead
wrinkles as she concentrates on images
Flashing on her
tireless phone
It’s ripe with possibilities!
This wait for a
gurgling laugh
Only heard over
the sound waves before
The look in her
eyes as she surreptitiously sizes you up
With discreetly
inquisitive eyes
The artfully
careless flick of her tiny hand
As she tucks a
wayward lock of trailing hair
Behind her all-absorbing
ears
The undercurrents
of tension zigzagging beneath her pores
Trying to fit the
virtual into a mould
That has a pulse
and a heartbeat
It’s doubly
mysterious
A Woman and then
the real one!
Copyright Lily Swarn
26.11.2021
Close To Your
Heart
You always seem
to have a pair of reading glasses
And a cheeky pen
peeping out of your shirt pocket
It appears as if
they won’t tolerate any intrusion whatsoever
On their
privileged space close to your heart
The glasses are
precariously balanced in the recesses
And the pen seems
sharp and menacing enough
But you don’t
know me !
I’ll find a place
to put my head on your chest
Despite your over
possessive companions
It’s my rightful
place too
And look, I’m
inching closer
Not like the
Chinese soldiers
On the eastern
borders though!
Copyright Lily Swarn
21.11.2021
LILY SWARN
LILIY SWARN: Internationally acclaimed, multilingual
poet, author, columnist. gold medalist, university colour holder, radio show
host, Peace and Humanity Ambassador, writes different genres. A Trellis of
Ecstasy, (Poetry )called a veritable delight by The Journal of Commonwealth
literature, London. The Gypsy Trail, (novel), launched by the Governor of
Punjab, Lilies of the Valley, (essays) History on My Plate (food) got rave
reviews and was serialized in newspapers. Rippling Moonbeams is her latest
anthology. She won over 50 international and national awards like Reuel
International Prize for Poetry, Global Icon of Peace, Sahitya Rattan, Gujarat
Sahitya Akademi Award ,2020, and 2021 Order of Shakespeare Medal,25 Women of
Excellence. Her work features in numerous international anthologies and
magazines and is invited for global literary meets. Lily’s poetry has been
translated into over 16 languages, her Urdu ghazals put to music. A nominee for
Lifetime Achievement Award and finalist for Global Culture Champion Award by
She Inspires Awards,UK.I
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