Monday, May 28, 2018

Ode to Salt Waters

Cold waves touch my feet, bringing tears to my eyes,
as I struggle with the burden of my sins.
The chosen pathway unknowingly leads me
deep into the chasm.

The distant hills echo my agonized cries
luring me with compassion I got nowhere,
even as the twilight sky left me lonely
with nothing but void.

Losing my last chance to go back forever,
I stand alone, begging the sea to take me
away to the point of no return. For me,
life is an abyss.

An attempt to use the picture prompt and emotion prompt in the Sapphic Ode poem.

Monday, May 21, 2018

The Unforgotten Lullaby

Those were the days of cassettes and tape recorders. I loved listening to songs, especially the ones by AR Rahman and Ilayaraja. I barely understood the lyrics. That did not stop me from signing my version of lyrics. Then CD’s came first followed by pen drives and memory cards. Technology advanced into iPods and music apps. We could download almost any song from the internet. Boasting a vast collection of instrumental music became a matter of pride.

The FM radio had ups and downs; some RJ’s loved more than others. But a common problem persisted- the advertisements that would play right in the middle of a song. World Space, the satellite radio with over 40 channels worldwide came to in the year 2000 (India). It came with a set-top box, a mini dish-like antenna, and a remote.

Life was heaven again. I no longer asked my father sing lullabies for me; of course, I was into my teens by then. The radio played all day in the background as we went about with our work. Mom had her favorite channel, dad his and I mine.

The morning began with Carnatic or Hindustani and ended with old classical Hindi songs or Western Classical (if I had my way). We ended up with two World Space instruments (one mine, other dad's) when they mailed about closing the radio station. I was sure it was a hoax. Alas, one not-so-fine morning, the music stopped. Dad and I refused to throw away the units. We contacted the people who worked with the company. They said it might be available online as an app. It did though the result was unsatisfactory.

I got a replacement in a portable music system (nothing fancy) with two small speakers. It stands on my desk along with three sheets of songs listed in chronological order. I am one of those people who need music to study, to write, to draw, to cook, to eat and to sleep (you get my point). Though I tend to listen to the same old songs (read favorites), I do try and keep track of latest numbers. But when I fail to sing a two-month-old song which topped the music charts, it does show the declining quality of lyrics. (I am one of those people who remember song lyrics even during examinations and viva.)

Now in my twenties, I miss my father’s lullabies. He sings, but not when I ask him to. I remember how mom would rock me to sleep as dad sung a song he learned from his mother who in turn learned from hers. Yeah, it’s more of a family song. One day in future, I’ll be singing it for my kids.
I don’t think it’s available on the internet, though a few relatives are trying to find the source of the song. It goes something like this one.

“Govinda ram ram, govinda hari hari (3)
Radhe govinda krishna, radhe gopala Krishna,
Govinda ram ram, govinda hari hari (2)
Palukanela palukavo, panchadara chilakavo,
Govinda ram ram, govinda hari hari (2)”

I am going to ask my dad to sing it for me and record it. This song always soothed me to sleep when I was cranky, grumpy and irritated. No matter how many favorites I have in music, this song will always be special. 

The image is taken from

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Ode to Thunderstorm

The image is taken from Google and edited.

Oh! The blinding flash of lightning strikes again.
How the trees bow down in respect for the wind!
The lashing rain manages to soothe my soul
no sunshine could touch.

As the thunder echoes in my vacant heart,
the bolt that strikes a distant tree blinks at me.
Nature's vengeance they say. To me it is life
I cannot escape.

Thick dark clouds protecting me from the harsh sun
while the whirling wind carries with it the pain
into the realms of the unknown, my eyes blur
tears mixing with rain.

An attempt at Sapphic Ode with only syllable count and no scansion. 

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Still Waters

In the middle of nowhere,
secure on the rippling waves,
with nothing but gold around,
we sat aware, yet unconcerned.

There was so much to say,
words swirled in my mind,
I look at you, my heart heavy,
your eyes devoid of emotion bring tears to mine.

How did we go wrong?
Which noise broke our whispered silences?
No, do not answer.
I see the truth in my heart.

If only! I wish!
Oh! How I wish,
each day, every minute,
but my courage deserts me.

The golden dusk was once pale,
in the warmth of your smile.
Today, we are mere strangers,
even as the rings glint in the sunlight.

I cannot bear this anymore,
let us go back to the real world.
The power of Nature breaks my heart,
only if I could, I would apologize forever.

An attempt to use the image as well as the word prompt (show guilt without naming it) in a single poem. 

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

The Meeting

It was a dark and stormy night, as the vision in pale silver glistened over the rippling waters when wolves howled and owls hooted announcing the arrival of a stranger whose smile broke the hearts of maidens; the perfect night for a clandestine meet. 

The image is taken from google.