ENCOURAGEMENTS

No one encouraged us to live
All have encouraged us to die
The fabled one, the cold one
Betrayed all the turbulent life.

They have ceased
Long love, lives in cordiality
Sensitivity of tired trades
Graced out in insensitivity
Huge waves of consciousness
Carving out censored visions
When under the grey skies
Shadowy darkness pours
Among skies in spirited sadness.

A broken star falling
Falling from its firmament
Shedding its diamond points
In the teardrops of memory.

When in the mournful stance
Angels of the heaven haunt
Some palpitations of the life
To save some favoured strife.

GREEN GREEN

Green green the colour of the sea
Walking with shadows of the yellow
Corn flowers in the guise of the blue
Keeping pace with waters of the narrow.

Silent silent the turbulent tales
Under wayward motioned twilights
Listening to calmed rippled disruptions
Trading maps in situ for twinkling fireflies.

Red red rocks stayed under the sun
Structures wrought by the serene cores
Breaking up restrictions in castered confines
By the blatant blossoms of the chalky shores.

HILLS OF TORA

Of faery maidens
Clad in green
Raven of hair
Bronzer of skins.

Perfumers of breaths
Hasters in the gaits
Charmers of steeds
Raiders in the grace.

On ancient hills of Tora
There is enchanted land
Cast under the spell of beauty
Magical rite in breezed embalmed.

Disturbing not the keepers of stones
Piled up high under the ancient holds
Venomous incantations of darker kind
Controllers in dimness, shaders of ash
Liberators of channelled spirit in clash.

Tempters in atmospheric disturbances
Flayed up crops of certain resistance
Deeds of hand for sole consummations
In constellations of incessant aspirations

TO ACCEPT

To accept oneself
Worth accepting
Inspite the contortions
Of the unruly wind.

The sea strides
Covering
Hidden treasures
Where in depth
Abides
Marine reptiles
And
Reef fishes.
In that world
Of cold darkness
An eerie abyss
Some shimmering
In wandering whispers.

That is the way of the sea.

Turning the boat sunwise
To ensure safety for fisher folks
To know the stars by motions
And the wind from rock to rock.

Solar winds carrying
Molecular storms
Disturbing the space
Of intergalactic forms.

From the fiery mass
An illuminations
With the planets
A flirtation
Colouring the earth
Golden yellow.

That is the way of the sun.

To seek again
Some
Renewal of courage
Standing alone
Without a merge.

That is the way of poesy.

©Durlab Singh 2002

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