The red wolf does not rest:
His form is formed out from our shadow
And in our mental forest
He moves among the neuron flow
Of leafy thoughts and crouching low
His eyes poke through the gloom;
Green circles sharp in spiky hair
That spins out visions on the loom
Stitched fantasies of humid summer air,
Saliva threads out from his lair..
The hunger never leaves;
He prowls the gauzy inner recess
Within the arteries
And leaving paw prints of distress
Hides with his howls the only egress.
There is no satisfaction
Beyond the gnawing dental pressure
A fading dissipation
Into an empty echo clatter
Bloating back to the same measure.
Truly I am yours
affectionately I am yours
Yours Faithfully I am yours
sincerely I am yours
anticipating a reply I am yours
Forever I am yours
With Regards,
I am yours
Please do reply I am yours
How many times should I be yours?
Ananya.S.Guha
how iridiscent it is
those eyes, reminding me
of wildflower dreams
how like the pretty bird’s nest
those eyes hover around
body, spirit, soul, those meditative eyes
like evening’s solitude stealthily come into
a terrain, pathway not easy to tread
those eyes, are like creepers stealthily
hanging on to garden walls, clinching steadfastly,
those eyes of mists, moist in my luminous dreams
I will take these eyes with my sword of love,
and sing hymns in the evening’s gaze
to them.
“Poetry is a tool for expressing the greatest ideas on the truth of our existence. In poetry there are no rules, no language boundaries; but only expression of ideas, emotions, and wisdom that touch the core of our beings.”
“Writing poetry is a meditative process by which the individual is in deep contemplation with the self. The images and feeling expressed in verse does not just come from the mind confined by the physical brain, but from the voice of the self which conveys its messages through the heart with emotions. The mind is just a dictionary of words. In this deep contemplation, metaphysical, rationalist and scientific thoughts seek union and identify the truth. God must have been a poet. “
by Rohitash Chandra