"collyrium" poems
Imaging you when you were a school girl
Mini- sarong, small white shirt
A bag jam-packed with books hanging on your shoulder
Tiara in head, and two queues like two small dark snake
And those long eye petals highlighted with collyrium
Your two sapphires fluctuating in deep Blue Ocean
Impish humming birds were humming with their assiduous tongue,
to get your attention.
Let the Almighty curse their tongue was your supplication
Walking in two fickleness legs, licking an Ice- cream
Bewilderingly, you became my “A Midsummer night’s dream”.
Each second I encounter you in my Ruya
For years you are my Ruya.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Dear Poet Friends, while trying to retrieve my old poems from ‘Poetfreak.com’ which is closing down by this year end, I found this love poem of mine which was composed in the year 2010! Hope you like this short love poem where the beloved begs her lover not to leave, but to spend the night under the ‘shamiana’- which is the ‘canopy cover’ created by her dark eye lashes! Hope you like the same! Thanks, - Raj, New Delhi.
UNDER THE SHAMIANA OF MY
DARK EYE LASHES !
O my love, please do not insist on leaving me
tonight!
Instead, keep sitting under the shadows of my
collyrium-laden eye lashes,
Where you shall find peace comfort and
solace!
Please do not insist on leaving again, nor be
adamant;
Sit under the sprawling shamiana* of my
gazelle-like eye lashes,
Which I have spread beside the oasis of my
two brimming eyes, -
Whose bottomless depths reflect my love for
you always!
For here you may bathe to get refreshed,
and sip your sweet vine sitting by my side!
But do not insist on leaving me behind,
to remain alone in the silence of this night!
My love, let us sit and relish these few ephemeral
measured moments,
Granted to us by the munificence of merciless time!
For once gone, these moments shall return no
more!
Whisper softly into my ears those sweet words
of love;
Saying all the while how you love me,
How you cannot live without me, even though
it be against your will!
And transform this into a magical, mystical
night!
For even a falsehood spoken convincingly, and
repeated like a sweet refrain, again, and again,
Assumes the colour of Truth, I heard people say!
But your words shall make this lovelorn life of
mine worthwhile;
And all my efforts to possess you for the night
shall not go in vain!
- Raj Nandy
(* Shamiana = like a tent or a canopy cover)
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
pretty but untrue
her eye
your eye
leave that eye
now!
can you do something for someone
for your own freedom this time?
she sees your eyes over hers
over mine
then she is free again
I am refreshed she says
full with strength
pure balance
no romance
she plans to walk
I will walk
now
on one line
along
the earth’s
curve.
how true is that true of yours
when placed on top of hers?
I know mine is not questionable
or how untrue is the true
or the true untrue
does the quotient neutralize
or returns a residue
of a fact of a mind?
of an illusion of a mind?
we don’t even care which one when at least one
we cannot!
what would you like me to do then
let her
fall ??
does she knowingly slip down
you think
in one of your realms?
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Stuck in a delirium
man searches for meaning
applying collyrium
to his unnoticeable leaning
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC