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The House of the Moon
Night falls here
like the fall of a sitar…
the wind brings the river
in its beak…
and among the coconut blades,
…angels smell the fire
in their own sapphire wings …
and you give up your faces
to the wind…
In the house of the moon.
bees float in your dreams
inside purple flowers babies sleep…
a girl weeps in bliss
or was it
the dance of bamboo leaves
in the distance…?
you slice your soul
upon the dim lake…
the moon is your only mirror
In the house of the moon.
crickets speak to phantoms in blue
invisible, you listen.
they are reading letters
from dead lovers.
my friend, you ask me the time
…but time belongs to the firefly…
In the house of the moon.
and night falls here
like the fall of a sitar
…you have one mirror only
In the house of the moon.
Night falls here
like the fall of a sitar…
the wind brings the river
in its beak…
and among the coconut blades,
…angels smell the fire
in their own sapphire wings …
and you give up your faces
to the wind…
In the house of the moon.
bees float in your dreams
inside purple flowers babies sleep…
a girl weeps in bliss
or was it
the dance of bamboo leaves
in the distance…?
you slice your soul
upon the dim lake…
the moon is your only mirror
In the house of the moon.
crickets speak to phantoms in blue
invisible, you listen.
they are reading letters
from dead lovers.
my friend, you ask me the time
…but time belongs to the firefly…
In the house of the moon.
and night falls here
like the fall of a sitar
…you have one mirror only
In the house of the moon.
8 comments:
fantastico..
cuz u r at ur mildest best...... the intense bonding wid the moon gives a soft sweet stroke.... :)
intnse.. brilliant...
indian motifs in an english heart...
beautiful imagery
good poetry,mainly on the lines of jibananda or something like sunil gangopadhay's neera series,much more of the romanticism,rather than on the intellect.the abstraction is quite brilliant,metaphors are natural,but why sitar,something more delicate and silent,sitar is a bit high on the note..another thing to say i liked ur poem-love,which was published in the statesman,i've seen many of ur poems in telegraph also,liked it.i'm myself also a poet and just was looking for some of ur poetry,and came across it here all the best...can i've ur email.i'm givin' out my mail i.d. here-ranadev456@yahoo.co.in(ranadev)
Ranadev, thanks so much for your comment. Yes, Jibanananda has been a potent influence upon me. I think the romanticism is interweaved with the intellect in this poem, if one looks at the imagery carefully, because images are generally symbolic in my poems. As for the sitar, it's not really about the pitch. I was referring to the 'fall' or the gentle dying away of the PACE, perhaps towards the end of a musical composition, .
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I like your style. Ideas thrown into a cauldron, which persuades you to keep reading.
Keep writing.
have read many of ur poems...though u r good...your images are redundant.
a girl weeps in bliss
or was it
the dance of bamboo leaves
in the distance…?
wat u create is so very beautiful, dat perhaps adjectives fall short in order praise ur creations....
wat is it sooo beautiful abt ur poems.... is it ur thoughts or it is the way u make us think.....
Lovely!!!!!!!!!
I love the refrain:
Night falls here/like the fall of a sitar...
You have the gift of giving life to a myriad of images, and this poem reflects it. It takes one away to a house built in an old fashioned way, near a serene lake, on a night when reality is far removed and there exists only the moon and the breeze, a night which talks to one's senses... through the magic of insects and the rustling of leaves...
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