01 January 1970

Poems: Of Sylvan Days And Meteoric Nights

Weekend Read

Poems: Of Sylvan Days And Meteoric Nights

Weekend poems: From the fistful firmament fostering frenzied fabliau, I gobbled up life at the city airport.

In a splash of lightning, I found my destiny of bereft moments.
In a splash of lightning, I found my destiny of bereft moments. Getty Images

I
The Sylvan Days: Dhanaulti

In a splash of lightning, I found my destiny of bereft moments,
Moments unfurling like a molten buttermilk chocolate inside a baby’s palm. 
                The sylvan days throbbed with you loving me under the sky,
                My porcelain skin under the cabbage-green canopy,
Trails of firm resonance, wandering maze vanishing into the rainwashed ecopark.
The sylvan days kissed me with grandeur, droplets of love dripping 
               Into the cashewnut navel of eternity. 
Who could dream of the frozen lake with the songbird-minstrel carousing
When all I could realize was the sylvan landslide embracing me 
In the furrowed, cultivated realms of the night?

II
The Meteoric Nights: Mumbai

From the fistful firmament fostering frenzied fabliau
I gobbled up life at the city airport. 
                Chandeliers waxing eloquent like mermaids and zari-clad mannequins.
                When you see the crowd-balloon inflated, 
Oozing coquettish vineyard stories, 
You remember the sultry evenings and dainty college-friend
                Basking in the distress of losing the local playground.
Masked beauties, haloed corporate honchos, immigrants 
Blabbering a nervous incantation on leaving the country.
                      I could not turn to the benevolence of the turgid city
Tarmacs that led to unknown flights and poetic evenings, while
Separated lovers enchanted with the toadyish face of love 
                     Shot up like a bullet from the tattooed wound. 
 

III
The Sylvan Meteoric day-nights

Think about the sylvan meteoric day-nights
Walls of palsy shaking hands in love-betrayed forms,
Rummaging cities that gyrate in emasculated honour.
          Supine meteors waiting for rain-caressed days
          To chuckle and shoot up in the lanes of Dharavi, 
 An old woman adjusts her binocular lens and poison level through her lungs
The mother of two, a sylvan fairy across the monochrome of Uttarakhand,
Scraping desiccated coconut from the ashpits of life!
             The road to Chamba regaled in ecstasy
             As the broken asphalt arteries headed to the heaven
And the local taxi blared a sudden ruddy-rain! 

(Prof. Sreetanwi Chakraborty is an Assistant Professor at the Amity Institute of English Studies and Research (AIESR), Amity University, Kolkata.)