O Himalayas

You stand like a huge elephant,
a curtain on the big black hole.
Shamrock green, tinges of sunglow
here and there; you are the brahma
or the vishnu i worship,
the monocrat that would give us all
and forsaken, we submit.
The bushes now smell rain, like the grasses;
as you cover in darkening tones.
The skies sneak in, flood in thy
caravans of light, and air; windwhirl all around, overwhelm the vales.
You speak my past, from the time this world broke fever.
You end my walk, you fill me gay.
O Himalayas.

Home

   

     Mayhem! while it leaf falls

     Severed, and woe-be-gone spells cloud over,

     Alone mother land, her saddling breasts;

     Like an ice flake sails earthward

     Or sink them cellophane drops.

     Hush-Hush - not ailing 'the failing leaf'

     Free; dead airs boil my ears.

     Mayhem! The fires laid warm.

     Home.

THE HERMIT THRUSH

This poetry is for those who overlook the beauty and bounty around them and set off for places, far off and a mirage in the desert.

It was the calming down 'ver a downpour
That saw the colors, ordained divine,
Reds and violets, seven of them,
Made the firmament look so cool and fine.


The nature then had no darks, no crypts,
The air as fresh as the shades in seven,
The sun then wore a smile, serene and warm,
And the sky as winning as the heaven.


This little hermit, as sweet as it would sing,
Pink-legged, red-tailed with a white eye ring,
Would look up the woods, the distance it never flew
Straight to the skies with the shades, seven and new.


The greens of the bushes, the whites of the springs,
Were never so dull, so faded, so old,
Every little thing had lost its aura,
Dead and prosaic the flowers, rose or marigold.


The young soul was singing in joy
The sweetest tunes the woods had heard,
The tender wings were raring to go
Everything around inept, waste, blurred.


Its friends were in tears,lost and scared,
So were its guardians, numbed and in grief,
I would come back sure, it promised and left,
Would touch the heaven, but make it brief.


So went the flight, higher and higher,
As flew the dreams, the hopes, the songs,
Deep down sank the woods it had dumped,
Its home, its friends, the springs and its prongs.


The days were of joy, for the shades could be seen,
Our little bird would sail, buoyed with pride,
The nights would hurt, would scare, would haunt,
Long were those to mar its ride.


Then came the storms, with the showers along,
Lightning struck, and the winds were strong,
Up flew the kid, no fears, no stops,
The wings were hurt, but weren't still wrong.


Days and nights were gone, but the space not to beat,
The colors in sight, but so much were out,
The wings were tired, and so was our friend,
This journey would not take me there, I doubt.


It closed its eyes, and could see them back,
Its friends, its home, it had left them all,
A drop of tear was all it had,
As it free'd its wings and chose to fall.


Down it looked, and the shades were back,
Its friends, its home, deep down there,
Same were the colors, reds and violets,
Same were they down, same they were.

GOODBYE THEN

A day will come, my dear, When the smiles would be true, True and loud, pouring out the joys, Sweet, for none would be sad, None would act and none would hide, None would die for a lone space of tears, That day, my friend, look for me And I'd be there in each smile around. A day will come, my dear, When love would prevail, True and white, to glow the hearts out, None would hate and none would hurt, None would judge, test or blame, None would play a trick, no game, That day, my friend, you'll find me As a song of love, or a rose, maybe red. A day will come, my dear, When the words would be felt, The hearts would listen, trust and feel, And none would doubt, none would be deaf, Deaf to the truth, the cries, the prayers, Deaf to the words unspoken, behind, That day, my friend, I'd be there In the truth each word would mean. I know, my dear, for I know you now, You'd love the world then, that day, You'd dance in joy, sing in tears, Smile and love, trust what you hear. And then you see, sad or maybe not, This is a world where your friend isn't there, One smile is missing, some gifts of love, The words he had said, and then you move on.