Dedication
If possible, you
get absorbed
the wetness of
my eyes
and shower on
earth to heart’s content
until you dry
up…
Let the downpour
shower
in
black-white-grey, any colours,
suck out all the
wetness
from the blue,
brown, black, grey, eyes
when you get
dried up,
I shall go to
see the sea and would come back
giving out the
saltiness of my tears to the sea…
You take a new
birth again
by being the
vapour of the tear-mixed-water,
shower again
with any colours,
but, get stored
and go showering seasonally…
Go announcing
the conundrums
of your traces
through thunder
and in the
dazzling lightning
stare at my
beauty intermittently
my faded
impression once at least
for a fact will
be seen blossomed
and some bud,
would be bloomed
you will
understand for sure
at my flowered
garden
the dedication
is materialized
to that very
moment…
Obsession Syndrome
Rain should
shower like rains
never should it
go helter-skelter
out of its
double-dealings
the fear to be against
the kinship
never should
bring up the bad out of good
it should
maintain harmony with nature
it should foster
the transparency of protocol,
sometimes in
autumn, sometimes in spring...
It should
satiate the thirst flowing from
the eyes of the
thirsty, desolate villages
it should
conceal the happy-unhappy grumble
under a
pretence...
The adroit
preserver of communicative relationships
the part and
particle of existential awareness
that drips
rhythmically
yet no one knows
why is
the
zero-reciprocation of co-willingness
and its same
novice dryness...
It starts and
breaks down
like the
regeneration of life insurance
annual,
bimonthly, seasonal
uncalled for is
its trend and system...
It flows and
percolates
in the state of
sorrowfulness
full of
obsession syndrome
of the ghastly
hyper sensibility
sometimes it
showers on the ocean of mirth
but neither it
absorbs in, nor roots in
even today in
the jungle of concrete...
Sometimes like a
new groom
while sometimes
like a remarrying groom
it establishes
relationships with the earth the land,
it comes, goes,
showers
again, it fills
up and empties,
it also sweetly
accepts repetitive requests
sometimes it
even withstands manly challenges...
Sometimes it
washes out and flows-flows-flows...
...disappears in
the middle, again it gets the ‘go’...
Identity And Self Esteem
Self-esteem...
Happens to be
the demarcation of everyone's identity
the sign of
invisible inkling
of destination
and
Very little
wretched path of life
like a mere
transaction
in its market
Self-esteem...
Never happens to
be any image
of any great
incarnation
A virtue full of
pride
Test of our own
knowledge
Stationed in the
universe
A wondrous
nature of the world
Self-esteem...
A ship, strongly
built as the Titanic
yet helpless
like some
scattered dream
like the
bottomed remnants
like a hope of
its own perception
Self-esteem...
Like a poem
omni-scient,
cosmopolitan
universal intact
Or like a
melodious tune
Of playful
fickle Vrindavan Sarang
Sometimes
bewildered
Still like a
sweet intonation
In solemn
classical Rag Bageshri
Self-esteem....
As if not bound
to the line of control
of society and
of country
consistent,
unbounded as such...
© Neha Bhandarkar
NAGPUR (India)
NEHA BHANDARKAR
NEHA BHANDARKAR is a trilingual
author and translator. She is a columnist in various Marathi newspapers. Her 13
books in Marathi, Hindi, and English have been published. She is a recipient of
many prestigious literary awards from India, like the State Hindi Sahitya
Akademi, and bagged awards from foreign countries also. Her many poems and
stories are being published in many anthologies, journals, E-Zines, and
magazines all over the world. Her many poetries and stories have been
translated into several foreign languages i.e. French, Albanian, Philippines,
Nepali, Greece, and English. As well as
Indian languages like Odia, Asaamese, Telugu, Bengali, hindi, Brail, etc. Her
poems and short stories have been broadcast on All India Radio, Akashwani, Hindi
Radio, Chicago (U.S.A.), Radio France (FRANCE), etc.
Neha has had once again proved in the corridors of indians writing in english that there is a way if you have the will.May almighty bless her unadulterated heart n mind to think unbiased..
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