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English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Woman ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

☆ Woman ☆

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’s  poem “Woman”  will definitely compel you to think not only “woman’s emotions” but “Woman Power” too.  Amazingly scripted.)

 

Everyone thought that I am a breeze

Flowing gently over hills and vales,

Regaling all those who come my way,

Revitalizing those whose heart ails.

 

Air, that I am, I have various shapes

And the tender breeze was just one form;

When time summons me to rise,

My own strength I outperform.

 

Stronger and stronger I blow and blow

Stirring all those who come my way;

Affection does win me over anytime

But arrogance makes me harder sway.

 

The more the hostility, the more my outburst,

My anger then assumes the form of tempest;

Crushing everything that comes in my path,

Submerging the vast cities and the forests…

 

I am a woman

The way you perceive me, a reflection you shall see;

If you love and admire me, I shall be a gentle breeze,

If you downcast me, I shall rise like a phoenix!

 

© Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra




English Literature – Poetry – ☆ Illimitable You ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Illimitable You

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’s  poem “Illimitable You” amazingly describes each and every aspect of life, memories and existence after death without using the word ‘soul’.  I can only say a word ‘mesmerized’.)

 

They say that gone are you

Gone forever…

They say that your body has with sand mixed

All the traces of your existence taking away…

 

I try to grasp the facts

But my heart to disagree continues…

 

When your body burnt

Something called you on the ground below fell…

Grown there are small shoots of plants-

Didn’t they see?

 

When your ashes were in the water dispersed

A part of you touched the shores

Sprouted there is life in the form of small plants-

Can no one see?

 

When a part of you with the river water mingled,

A few fishes drank you bringing new zest in them-

Didn’t they see?

 

When the remaining of you

With the sea mixed

You brought hope in the whole world…

 

To a few of us solely you belonged

Till a little while ago

But now you are omnipotent

Giving your zest and enthusiasm to the whole milieu!

You are boundless

You are unlimited

You are infinite

And traces of you here and there and everywhere

Make me feel that you are still alive

In different forms!

 

 

 




English Literature – Poetry – ☆Tearful Adieu ☆– Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

☆Tearful Adieu  ☆

(Thousand salutes to Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’s pen to pen down such emotional poem. Only an author/mother poet like Ms Neelam ji can write such poem. I could not stop my tears while reading this poem being a human being and an author/father of a daughter who is now mother.)

 

Mom, so secured was I in your womb;

My life inside you was a real miracle!

My tiny feet swam in glee; my little hands cuddled you merrily;

My toothless mouth would often giggle and cackle!

 

Mom, so happy was I in your womb;

But, one day, some quivering clatters I could hear –

I heard someone scream and roar, “I don’t want daughters anymore!”

I sobbed as I listened to your helpless tears…

 

Mom, how could I smile in your womb

When I had understood that being a daughter was so bad?

My little eyes cried and heart yelled; something in me had already failed

Alas, I realized that I would soon be dead!

 

Mom, although I shall no longer dwell in your womb,

Your warmth and affection I shall surely miss….

To you, I shall not lie; I had not expected to die:

But fate had in store for me this deathly kiss!

 

Mom, so happy I am to have been a part of your womb,

Although the togetherness was destined as a short boon !

As death pounces and approaches near, I bid you a tearful adieu mom dear,

May a hundred sons be born to you soon!

 

© Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

 




English Literature – Words ….on my heart’s paper boat – Hemant Bawankar

Hemant Bawankar

Words ….on my heart’s paper boat

(This poem has been cited from my book The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)

 

The mist

soft wind

a piece of sunshine

between the clouds

miles away

on foreign land

slips on

old city

old buildings

old forts, palaces

on the surface of the river

and on the lake

every afternoon

far away

up to where

goes my vision.

 

And then,

suddenly

words seem to flow,

on my heart’s paper boat

on

black road like river

far

on the turn

downhill

and

finally lost

by the lake

by the river

and

old city

old city lanes.

 

Then

shattering

earthy scent

of the homeland

words start squirting

floating

and soaking

my heart’s paper boat

with words

to conscience

eyes

and

far on mountain slopes

a black river like roadsides

roofs of houses

and

house

where lives

a piece of my heart

under the shadow of

a beam of sun rays.

 

© Hemant Bawankar




English Literature – Poetry – * A Journey called Life! * – Mr Piyush Lokhande

Mr Piyush Lokhande

 

A Journey called Life!

 

Darkness of the night sky with diamonds twinkling,

The stars don’t disappear, they keep blazing.

Mystic and supernatural is the aura rendered blissfully,

For the stars whisper the dialect of the unspoken instinctively.

Roaming-about, discovering places and unraveling hidden secrets sounds so intriguing,

All this doubles and triples while embarking.

Travel ain’t just an activity but a part of our very life,

Making one’s mind ain’t as tough as fire and ice.

Soaring high up above the horizons and limits,

Carving a niche amongst the not so infamous.

Diversified food, culture, ethnicity and religion delivers immortal meaning,

For journey is not meant to be traveled but lived without intervening.

Trivial and insightful thoughts have their value in gold,

Being reciprocative of what your dreams are about knows no threshold.

 

© Mr Piyush Lokhande




English Literature – Poetry – * When the Night Goes Dark!!! * – Mr Piyush Lokhande

Mr Piyush Lokhande

 

When the Night Goes Dark!!!

 

(e-abhivyakti welcomes Mr Piyush Lokhande.  Mr Piyush is a brilliant young poet and we present his amazing poem When the Night Goes Dark!!!.) 

 

It feels so lonely and fearful when the night goes dark,
Hear the hounds from the distance while they bark.
Embarking on an unending journey, a traveler starts,
Nocturnals coming out from their shades and the moon’s dim arc.

 

The wanderer wanders amidst the dusk so black,
Seeking and searching the purpose of his very existence
Like a lost duck separated from his trustworthy pack.

 

Haunted and bewildered by the wilderness around,
The poor soul’s eyes lit up sighting a hut by the nearby ground.
Topsy and curvy pavements lead onto a ray of hope,
Only to be obstructed by a dim shadow lurking in a bright night cloak.

 

Shimmy gray eyes of an aged damsel inquire the traveler’s intentions,
Food, thirst and a place to rest gain an instinctive ascension.
Touched by the tourist’s sorry state, queen nods hesitantly,
Warm cup of soup and soft cozy blanket renders the feel pleasantly.

 

Invigorated traveler resumes his exhaustive outing,
Passing the wild forests while the sunlight starts crowding.
Such philosophical and profound this life has been,
Clouding judgment from a damsel to the noblest queen.

 

While one prefers to run away from the darkest of shadows 
The other bathes in the rays of faith and hope that follows.

 

© Mr Piyush Lokhande




English Literature – Poetry – * Heart, eyes, and tears * – Hemant Bawankar

Hemant Bawankar

Heart, eyes, and tears

 

(This poem has been cited from my book The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)

 

These tears are surprising

which are very close to every heart.

 

There is a strange relationship

amongst heart, tears and eyes.

Even though,

staying away from the heart,

these are close to every heart.

 

By the way

Eyes cry many times in life.

Sometimes they cry in joy.

Sometimes they cry in sorrow.

Sometimes they cry when we are awake.

Sometimes they cry when we are asleep.

 

People Say –

the woman is so sensitive

having a source of tears in her eyes.

 

However,

I had seen him turning away,

and wiping his eyes

at the time of his wife’s adieu.

 

I had seen tears in his eyes

at adieu of

his sister

and daughter too.

 

I had seen tears in his eyes

even when, as a social responsibility

he brought one daughter from another home

with the feeling of adieu of

his sister

and daughter too.

 

I had still seen tears of joy in his eyes

when you had given presence

in your mother’s womb.

 

I had still seen tears of joy in his eyes

when he preached the good stories

when you were in the womb

so you may get lessons of life

to overcome the life’s trap.

 

I had seen tears of helplessness in his eyes

when he found himself constrained

to meet your urgent needs.

 

I had even seen tears in his eyes

when someone could not understand him

when someone could not honour

his feelings

his relationships.

 

I had still seen tears of joy in his eyes

when you moved ahead

to fight with life’s lessons

rejuvenating yourselves.

 

These tears are surprising

which are close to every heart.

 

There is a strange relationship

amongst heart, tears and eyes.

Even though,

staying away from the heart

these are close to every heart.

 

© Hemant Bawankar




English Literature – Poetry – The Guest – Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

The Guest

(The English version of Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra’s   poem revealing the truth of life  पाहुणा )

 

I am myself on this earth

Like a guest,

I don’t have the right

To call the house as mine,

To call the things as mine,

To call the jewellery as mine!

 

Relationship is also not mine,

Relatives are also not mine,

You are also not mine,

I am also not yours,

Everything is but an illusion!

 

There is only one truth-

We have come to this earth only for a little while

And if we can spend it with love,

It will be the best!

© Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra




English Literature – Poetry – Locks of Superstition – Hemant Bawankar

Hemant Bawankar

Locks of Superstition

(This poem has been cited from my book The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)

In Verona

Juliet’s balcony,

below the balcony,

Juliet’s statue

and

behind the statue

hung in the grill

countless locks.

The old town of Bamberg

in the heart of the city

Regnitz river’s bridge

and

countless locks

hanging

on the fence of the bridge cables.

 

Under the bridge

on the cool surface of the river Regnitz

duck pairs

disport

unaware

of superstition

of modern western culture.

 

There is an illusion

that

locks that hung off the way

will make

their matches

‘unbreakable’

‘everlasting’.

 

I heard that –

often

locks are hung

and

relations are broken

Juliet remains the same

and

Romeos are changed.

 

Though,

we are not an exception

we are too

somewhat superstitious.

We do also visit

Temple -Mosque

Church – Gurudwara

shrines of the prophets.

 

Knowingly or unknowingly

we also prayed

and tied threads

for our posterity

for their safety

with this hope

that – if

children are well

and well survived

then

not only couples

none can break

the homes.

© Hemant Bawankar




English Literature – Poetry – Words ….and Poetry – Hemant Bawankar

Hemant Bawankar

Words ….and Poetry

(This poem has been cited from my book The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)

My words

never sleep.

When you are sleeping

then

and

even when I sleep

then too.

 

These words are

my existence

my identity.

 

When the world sleeps

in their own sleep,

then these words

awake me

and

make me feel that

some words are innocent

unknown to each other

I try to associate them

in my vocabulary

in my brain

and

try to tell them –

It is only their identity.

These words

sometimes

correlate with each other

and

sometimes

slip from the hand

slip from the heart

and

slip away

far away …

to the other bank of the lake

to the other bank of the river

far away

on mountains

on forts built on mountains

on ocean

on another shore of the ocean

climbing on

my heart.

 

The words

are independent.

None can

bind them,

one’s brain even

and

even boundaries of

the nations too.

 

Whenever,

I feel lonely

alone

in silence,

these words

try to tell me

songs of lakes

and

songs of springs.

 

Breeze over

green fields

and

green meadows.

 

Fearful stories

of hills

dark forests

and

history buried

in and under

the historical forts.

 

These words have

their own identity

in my heart

in my vocabulary.

 

My all words are

superb

extremely superb

to me.

 

Sometimes,

I get

some insensitive words

in the journey of life

they disturb me.

I had to keep them away

then only

I could create such poetry

from the remaining words.

 

© Hemant Bawankar