Blue Blood
She
went on a quest,
The
kind when a flame kindles the curiosity,
Flickering
and dancing in gales, of mountain winds,
The
ice blue of snowy peaks, mossy trails of forest brooks,
Baked
sands of tropical shores, lush languor of lagoons,
None
of this deterred her seeking soul.
She
was on a quest.
Frescoed
caves, steep ascents of sulphuric volcanic steps,
Leading
to pinnacles of faith never made her slip,
She
climbed on and on as if she would pitch a flag of prayers on the Meru of her
adventure,
Some
mantras sounded familiar, some chants echoed in her dreams,
Some
faces looked familiar and she smiled,
Her
face was an intriguing melting pot of a myriad ethnicities,
Her
fabric and persona that of a variegated quilt of cross cultures,
That
she draped like eternity on her glowing skin,
Her
smile radiating polarised dawns and dusks of a blazing sun,
She
didn’t know she was like a goddess,
She
was too simple for that,
What
could a song know of its raag, its progression until played?
She
was on a quest,
All
her songs were truthful, piercing through hearts that gaped in wonder of her
scintillating voice,
Neither
the trails of DNA scents nor skin or eye colour would convince her of her
identity.
She
was on a quest,
Of
the endless blue where only love was the blue blood of Life.
Bard
Petite,
like the innocence of a toddler’s fist,
Almost
like a beating heart that knows no semblance of malice,
Waking
with the sun, serenading blue skies,
Bantering
with flowers brimming with honey,
Does
this little bird perch itself on branches of liberation,
Whose
foliage has transcended age, skin and countenance,
Only
embracing and holding nests woven with a forthrightness of commitment,
Does
this little bird sing its honest song,
Tremulous
in its throat to leave its messages for spring.
And
the winds carry it all to cherubs crooning on arcs of rainbows,
For
what are bird songs but the verses of a truthful bard!
Tantra
We
dance
Our
moves gliding, in a dervish,
Drawing
patterns of the inside story of every proton, electron, neutron,
Sucking
the vacuum of the atom, one to three, three to five five to two, two to four,
four to one,
On
and in we connect the dots till we know we are every petal in that blossomed
lotus sitting inside every core of creation,
Our
feet much above the ground mesmerised in radiant colours, for flowers are our
soulmate’s,
Unconditional
lovers who give without the asking,
The
bronze and black of the strung rays of the sun on our wings,
We
are in a state of trance,
We
know the fragrant ones and the nectar beckons our souls,
They
offer themselves brimming in their colourless blood in their stamens,
While
a holistic hexagonal honey comb constructs itself in a buzz,
Hanging
as if precariously suspended, although only we three know of the tenacity of
the spot she lodged herself in,
She
knows perfectly well where to build a fine,
Nesting
in a dense foliage, abandoned ceilings that still echo with banter and
conversations of yore,
From
window sills that wait for shutters to let in the breeze,
She
is fecund and we drool on her fertile chambers,
The
nectar we carry for her our labour of love,
The
sweetest kisses we could shower on her supreme sway over us,
For
she too dances like a tantric spirit,
She
is our queen bee and we her merry slaves!
All © ®
GeethanjaliDilip
Geethanjali Dilip
Geethanjali Dilip: Book covers and
anthologies read her as Geethanjali Dilip; a graduate in English literature
from Ethiraj College for Women, Chennai. Also with linguistic skills honed as a
French Post Graduate from Bangalore University, it’s been more than three
decades now she’s been teaching French at her centre, Zone Francofone in Salem.
In the field of Poetry and literature till now four of her co-authored works
and compilations have seen the daylight titled as, “Between Moms and Sons I
& II“, “The Virtual Reality” and “Plant Poetry” with renowned poets.
Readers and fellow Poets also find her contributions on miscellaneous themes at
various virtual spaces and e-mags like Plethora, Glomag, Duane’s blogspot,
Destiny Poets UK, Differenttruths.com and many more. Her solo anthology
“Geethatmaa – The Soul Song” is in the offing. She also compiles her poetry on
Facebook pages like Alcove ATMA, Geethatmaa, and other collaborative poetry
pages with fellow poets. There is an effortless smile, which relives again and
again in this slideshow of endeavours having been felicitated with ‘The Reuel
International Award for Poetry 2017’ by The Significant League, “A Commendable
Mention Award at Great Indian Poetry Contest’ 2018 conducted by On Fire
Cultural Movement. Poetry is her passion among other aesthetic journeys.