Cesspool
Heal all of this
like the still of night,
When dreams
unfurl unseen in muted light,
And I don't
really know who I am, try as I might,
Heal unwanted
thoughts effacing them in the still of the night.
Heal the wounds
that gape within my unopened eyes,
That sore my
vision as I gaze at starry skies,
And I cannot see
the hazy moon like articulated lies,
Heal shadows of
illusions that haunt, mirages within my unopened eyes!
Heal sounds that
crash in my noiseless head,
Pain trickling
through my ears that with hurt bled,
And I struggle
to turn deaf to them instead,
Heal my
tumultuous void roaring in my noiseless head!
Heal the pain
that jabs the pounding heart,
An emptiness
inexpressible my peace to thwart,
An overcast
murky sky a dawn to start,
Heal the gloom
that clouds spew in the pounding heart.
"It's all
within the mind that flutters with winds vagrant,
Sails that puff
with angst, agony,
worry playing
tyrant,
All the healing
starts within when inner gusts calm triumphant,
The feather
touch of unseen hands, comforting the soul radiant".
These words balm
the drifting mind till my anguish cools,
Where bubonic
sores eat the soul in maggot schools,
Worming up till
truth lashes saying I am beyond thought spools,
And that I need not
breed redundant trash in mind's cesspools.
July Rain
There you go
strumming my
soul
with your deft
notes
you've made out
of
me
beloved.
I'm now
voiceless,
sans lyrics,
in the melody of
your rendition
of me.
My words you
have silenced
with your mere
chord of " G's"..
and now all I am
is
your
improvisation of
the sharps and
flats of
emotions that
tumble,
chase, ascend
and descend
in a crescendo
of
a mere a
cappella,
Awed and
mesmerized
in your caress
reading my soul
without touching
me ..
as I reply in
silence,
my heart a
metronome,
your baritone
voice
calling my name
the bass that
thumps
the primordial
rhythm
of universal
breath..
echoes of
distant stars
in a chaotic
stillness,
like us!...
for you created
a song
out of
me!
Now shall we
just hum
in unison with
the clouds
and the tinkle
of the rain
leaving ripples
where we
merged
as a
progression?
Nameless ..
Marble Eyes
I watch through
marble eyes,
Glassy and splintered
on the contour of this planet,
Absorbing the
blues, grays and reds of transitory breezes,
Sometimes
seascapes, sometimes hill slopes and mostly battlefields,
Tears drain from
them but that doesn’t hurt any more,
I call it
resignation.
Since I cannot
scrub the images away, I let them blur,
I pinch a pimple
all out of season on my cheek,
That is
alabaster too now,
Vulnerable to
stains with streaks from my eyes,
White noise sets
fire to my ears,
Burning me to my
navel as I grit my teeth,
The roadside
eateries play a crass song,
Again, I resign
myself to clamour like an old habit,
Numbers keep
increasing like mould on bread,
And my coffee
has already gone cold under the fan,
The lamps I lit
before dawn don’t say a word,
They are all
eyes though deaf mute,
I watch them and
finally let my marble eyes do the talking.
One more day
unravels in chain links of muffled sighs,
It’s still the
same frame in my vision.
And the year has
run out of surprises.
GEETHANJALI DILIP
GEETHANJALI DILIP: Professor of French
heading Zone Francofone, Salem, Tamil Nadu, India, and poet by passion,
Geethanjali Dilip’s five published solo anthologies include, “Geethatmaa - Song
of the Soul”, “Hansa Geetham- Song of the Celestial Swan”, “Poetry Voice -
Geeth Dhvani”, “Soul Riff– Atmatarang” and “Rosée – The Dew Drop” with good
reviews. Recipient of “The Reuel International Award for Poetry”,
awardee in the category of commendable mention for her poem at “The Great
Indian Poetry Contest”, awardee in “recognition of exhibiting literary
brilliance par global standards”, from the Gujarat Sahitya Academy, Indian
Women’s Achievers Award, Asian Literary Society, she curates Yercaud Poetry
Festival since 2018, strongly believing that poetry connects the world.
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