Uni
Verse!
Nature's
palace of poems is magnificent
Every
verse is 'class!' personified
Nectarous
nocturne exudes in the moon's chamber
Each
star holds a lute, night blushes luminously
His
Uni Verse.
The
tangerine harp plays andante
Every
note penetrating the green ballads
Silvery
dewdrops melt into psalms
Moisten
the kaleidoscope of the dawn
His
Uni Verse.
The
river dances in gushing ecstasy
Buds
do the bolero, laughingly bloom
The
Koel and the Nightingale sing in soprano
Zephyr
kisses the harmonicas of the woods
His
Uni Verse.
The
swans tap the cymbals on the lake
Serene
ripples smile upon, rhythmically
Spotted!
deers running away at the thunder-gong
Lightning
as festoons at the rain's opera
His
Uni Verse.
Marimba
fills the air, and the brook quenches
Its
own thirst for music, performs the galliard
The
tambourine dusk plays decrescendo
Evenings
are mostly unsung songs, but beautiful
His
Uni Verse.
Rhapsodies
lullabies and wake up songs
His
academy of sound soulfully teaches Music
Quadrille
moves propelled by the violas
Or
the remorseful elegy dripping out from the lyre
His
Uni Verse.
He
unites the words and scrambles them up
He
invents the melody and screams beyond decibels
He
paints the tune and His colors sing in symphony
He
backpacks the instruments, they travel harmoniously
His
Uni Verse.
His
palace of poems is magnificent!
Every
verse is 'class' personified...
He
composes He pens He Sings
He
lets the song flow into the Universe
His
Uni Verse.
And
He mutes His Silence.
''His''
Universe!
Mercy
Dissected!
The
known smiles of the neighbouring trees
Cut
by strange axes that orphaned the roots
Slowly
falling deeply hurting the soul
The
earth moved aside, brittle to bear the loss
Leaves
left their last droplets of dripping rain
To
quench the ants' thirst, that gather at their funeral
Nests
came down scattering into twigs seeking refugee
The
birds' silent tears mourn their mother's slaughter
Widely
stretched out warm hands, their green shelter
Are
now a broken barrenness, that prick their deserted wings
Chopped
off into shapes of convenience, ready for transport
Huge
ropes pull the victims, pushing away compassion
Dragged
by power, loaded into giant vehicles
What
travels might be a huge fortune for the heartless
But
what remains are lonely fragrances of irretrievable petals
Smiles
ripped off, from invaluable seeds of rain
The
helpless axes regret, take all the blame for
The
unsung melodies of the koel that breathed music
From
all the branches of the no more trees
While
the hands that owned them count the currency
Insensitive
to the dripping green blood and groans...
To
Sit With
The
Fallen Flowers...
A
cleansing light of golden sunshine
Spreads
upon the tender leaves
Perfuming
the mornings with greenness
Announcing
the dawn of new hopes
The
previous night's rain, pouring
Heavily
upon the branches
Sending
off the dripping memories
Along
with the flowers...
To
watch a flower slowly fall
Gently
twirling in the wind
Touching
the ground softly
Laying
in such silence
With
no signs of pain
Just
some fallen leaves
Accompanying,
and in acceptance...
To
sit next to the fallen flowers...
How
they teach life!
How
do we know, they lived happily?
How
do we know, they never felt pain?
Do
the leaves experience grief
At
the parting of the flowers, each day?
Or
the branches, at the fall of every leaf?
Have
we seen the tears of the roots?
Does
the wind regret, for its force
That
sometimes make the flowers fall, untimely?
Flowers!
Silent teachers of life
Whose
everyday lessons we fail to absorb
Carried
away by their vibrance, and beauty
Failing
to inhale the fragrance of their soul
Discover
the secrets of life they whisper
Like
a silent song, the flowers blossom
Their
journey from dawn, to dusk
Eloquent
of birth, living, giving, and leaving
Allowing
the universe to flow through them...
Madhumathi
Madhumathi A Nature lover, passionate about poetry
writing(English and Tamil) Photography, and Music, Madhumathi believes, writing
is a soulful journey of weaving one's emotions and thoughts, exploring, and
learning from life each day; she experiences a Metamorphosis through writing. Madhumathi's poems are published with the
Poetry Society India, in the AIPC anthologies 2015, 16, and 17, and the
multilingual anthology Poetic Prism 2015, Efflorescence 2018(Chennai Poetry
Circle)and in e-zines Muse India, Ratemyliterature, Pratilipi and few other
portals.