English Poetry

2005 2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 2011 2012 2013 Issue Issue Issue Issue Issue Issue 41 42 43 44 45 46 Back Mail to a friend Ramona Ceciu Ramona Ceciu Image courtesy- rgbstock.com Neither this nor that a nuisance of time is this maddening confusion… my identity as time grows parallel to your identity as space… you are the beyond space in which i immerse my self as a last resort to an intergalactic second of immortality… As a whirlpool of time, i eternally disintegrate into chaotic instances, yet i always find myself a complete painting encapsulating the colors of your pain, the throb of your endeavor… neti neti a picture of her and yet, not her… a passionate work of him and yet, not him… A picture of the one sea in which you plunged thoughtless of the possibility of it having no bottom… you are the beyond space that makes her desire to explore it… It shrinks when she escapes it and expands when she drowns her ‘eye’ and non-i in it… It is nor this, nor that… mind goes wandering … nonsensical worlds… … emotion and meaning … As a whirlpool of time, i eternally disintegrate into chaotic instances… HOLI Thunder!!! My sweetheart spread the colors of joy all over my heart. Ah, he forgot to tell me that such colored powders Were fated to be stuck there forever, That the joy he dragged me into was called love. Ah, you traitor! You told me the festival of colors Was just a game, a play ending at the conclusion of the day. And now my blood, my heart, my mind, Are all possessed by a profuse intoxication! Dismay! I bathed in holy waters, I prayed for help, To remove the colored stains once and forever, Yet any endeavor turned ineffective. I wept and screamed at my beloved reproachfully, yet he… He smiled at me and uttered – ah, naïve child of nature, don’t you see? That dust is precious; those stains will be eternal … as love is… The only shroud that will enwrap you for the unending journey! Yet, i went on protesting and blaming him for the chaos within life, But in my restlessness i didn’t understand he was The colored dust itself, the rainbow, the pure waters, The All around me and my being! He was himself, my-self and all the rest! Scream of Flesh A pebble on the banks of holy Ganga… That’s what I have become… inert dejected soul, cold eyes Gazing at flames gulping down anxiously empty corpses: Their bare eyes – artesian wells bursting forth in blood and fire. Karma never forgives, never forgets…! The marriage bed of floating flames engulfs all loves, all sins, regrets, Ardent desires that couldn’t be allayed in their due time. The flesh sighs in the frantic embrace of the fiery vacuum. All memories melt in the lava of deliverance, Leaving behind a stifling smell, a slow demise of silent cells… The smells of lips once kissed… of nails, hair and bones, dried tears, aches, Harshly assault madly the senses – memento mori for the future. A pebble on the banks of holy Ganga… Assailed by the brutality of being, by the pilgrimage of mankind To the gates of ravenous infinity... No trumpet blast and no discourses, One sole melody attends the vows of wedding the Human and Eternity… Haunting… that forlorn melody still lingers – The scream of burning flesh enraged For having been cast off by spirit… Oh Mind! The cries of shadows Threatened by your eyes, The smiles of flowers Bending at your touch, All make me want you in my heart. The sounds of thunder Silencing the waves That batter the walls of mind Too stubborn to give up, Are falling like stones on graves. Piercing the veil of thoughts Roaming around in night, They strike the tiny being, They scatter all apart; Thunders of light soften the rock… Oh, mind! Stop feeding yourself With fragments of illusion, With full glasses of wine Poisoned by nature’s love and interest To possess you forever in this world! Fly above the heavy clothes, You got when boarding on this ship, Destroy the madness you are dancing with, Strive for the highest Light! C opyright ©2014 Muse India