SUJATA DASH

 

 

An Aberration

 

Dreams shatter

Hopes snuff

Gaze remains fixed

Silence rules lips

Yet my eyes speak

Of ruminations and yearnings

 

Dark clouds hover

Altering hues of the sky

Mesmerize no more

Shackles of imposition

Impede mind's soar

Scuffle residual flicker of hope

Yet sweet nothings of sturdy belief

Peep from corridor

Propound desire's robust caliber

 

Happiness distances from palpable horizon

Glum chokes viscera and core

Chips in eerie atmosphere

I scout for warmth of love

To relive my days of yore

Is it a symphony of void

Or, an image of torment

Does this happen to every human?

Or, am I just an aberration?

I grope for an answer

 

Wish i was a poet or a writer

Start jotting down the saga of chaos

Deftly quill the vacuous

That engulfs my viscera and core.

(c) sujatadash...

 

Why

 

I wonder at times

How she has no " Why"

In her vocabulary!

She does not contemplate even

To ask questions

Only thing she is adept at

Is to nod in an instant and carry on

Like a robot programmed to grind

 

She toils hard in the hot sun

To save money for daughter and son

Her tiring limbs don't impact her infectious smile

Chewing betel she carries on

Like a fiery gush of wind

 

She plays with brick and mortar

Like a toddler does with the sought after doll

The small alcove of freedom

Ushering in speck of impish delight

That she craves for is 'me time'

Relishing her modest meal

 

How do I evade the sickening reality

I get to watch every morning

From my modest balcony!

It really baffles me

As acceptance is not bliss

In my dictionary

 

Am I plagued by her enduring personality

Or, a part of me has started revolting

To eke out a strand of justice

To this dumb lady

Who is taxed at every juncture

For her naivety?

Or, am I intimidated by her resolute stance

Unwavering persona and implicit jive?

(c) sujatadash...

 

Favorite Pastime

 

Each nugget of gone by while

Is precious to me

I ferret for them

In the nooks and corners of time

 

Nostalgia is embedded so deep inside me

That it never lets me eschew its presence in life

Molding me to a bundle of memories

Of my salad days and twilight

 

It has shaped up my thinking process

Honed perspective

Even when tangibles have hauled stance

From their cherished perchings

Some for worse some for better moorings

 

Throwing rebelling voice across vast valleys

At awed distance

Taming compelling whining,

Quelling inner incoherence

Minimizing discontentment

I embrace the fact that-

The world is full of refined allusions

And time has a fuller perspective

For every nuance

 

Breathing deep, taking solace in yearnings

I realize, change is the only constant

Among all plausible things

I need to pore over

Both pleasure and pain

Present and gone by

With a brave smile of stoicism.

 

SUJATA DASH

 

SUJATA DASH is a poet from Bhubaneswar, Odisha. She is a retired banker.She has four published poetry anthologies(More than Mere-a bunch of poems, Riot of hues and Eternal Rhythm and Humming Serenades -all by Authorspress, New Delhi) to her credit.She is a singer,avid lover of nature. She regularly contributes to anthologies worldwide.