Hear The Blowing Wind
The old rusty
gate creaks open,
I hear the blowing wind
whoosh and howl,
blazing autumn leaves
waltz murmuring
stories from
a forgotten past,
The lonely owl hoots,
shrieks tu-whit tu-who
rain falls
drip-drop…pitter-patter
A door shuts
bang somewhere
making me
shudder!
The desolate
staircase is dusty and empty -
lamenting for footsteps
of chattering, giggling
children playing
hide-and-seek,
dry leaves crumble under my
feet in the orchard
which once
smelt ambrosial!
The place whispers an
exuberant childhood…
my heart
flutters to recollect
the humming music of
the quaint hamlet…
bees buzzing around
the colourful flowers,
butterflies
flirting with roses and dahlias,
birds chirping
melodious tunes which
serenade to far-away
rippling streams.
The swing has stopped,
birdsongs are gone!
The rusty gate
squeaks open..
Copyright : Malabika Ray Choudhury
April 7, 2024
That Twenty-One
The yellow bird
is back to the tranquil meadow
where my soul
finds a true repose,
she didn't leave
me....
I speak to her
every day,
she tweets back
with glee!
We talk about
the illusory flamboyant days
which tip-toed
away in a veil,
the glistening
saffron-hued days
when I was
twenty-one,
with trancelike
beat in my feet, enthralling song in my heart,
dreamy eyes
unfolding beauty of love!
with amber
kindness in my soul,
with tangerine
hope in my voice,
with azure grace
in my walk,
with vermillion
exuberance in my dance.
that twenty-one
is never really gone,
I still feel its
demure whispering,
the hope, the
dream, the cadence, the beat,
it's incredible!
never left me!
Yellow Bird, I
know you come from afar,
where aquamarine
clouds rendezvous hazy mountains,
where shimmering
ocean splashes the ruby-red horizon,
where chartreuse
waterfalls descends on coral rocks like a symphony…..
I offer you all
my songs,
my music, my
soul,
my dream, my
hope,
to carry it to
your alluring land...truly amazing!
And sing, and
sing, and sing!
Copyright: Malabika Ray Choudhury
April 7, 2024
The Yellow Curtain
The curtain in
my room is pale yellow,
With unique embroidered golden
leaves on it,
My mother lived in this room
for a little while,
And unknowingly left a bit
of her,
for ever!
She told me, she loved the
curtain.
Waking up at the first light of ruby
dawn,
When sky is mesmerizing with shades of
vermilion,
She used to gaze at the enthralling
golden leaves,
And ponder about every one she cherished
in her life,
Each enigmatic leaf reminded
her
each of her beloved ones.
She prayed for them,
With inimitable tenderness,
whispering,
Uttering each and every
name,
Each and every person precious in
her life,
And in the end,
The names were countless!
The Yellow Curtain still hangs
there.
Copyright : Malabika Ray Choudhury
MALABIKA RAY
MALABIKA RAY is an Indo-Canadian
Poet and Writer. She lives in Mississauga, Ontario, and is a member of
Mississauga Writers Group
and League of Canadian Poets. She
worked with Peel District School Board as a teacher for many years, and her
other passions include Vocal Music and Visual Art. In 2019, her first
collection of poems was published by Kindle Publishers. In 2023 her translations
of Tagore’s poems and a short novel in her home-language, Bengali, were
published. Malabika continues to write prose and poetry in both English and
Bengali.
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