24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I'm that awkward position between life and death
Cuckoo Sings At Midnight
Why is the day longer?
Because we sleep at night
And the cuckoo sings at midnight.
Life stirs inside the crow’s nest
When the nearby’s still
And the cuckoo sings at midnight.
Why it rains in the afternoon?
Because it’s day time
And the cuckoo sings at midnight.
Hour 6
Terror in America – 9/11
Time exploded, yet again
In the face of hapless humankind
Desecrating the edifice of democracy
Another country, another place
They cry “blood – another world!”
Is it love, a bomb, a knife…
Is this war?
The spirit of Nostradamus runs amok
To capture the brave hearts
Issuing Fatwas against themselves
They come, they’re here
“Jihad” – they cry
Is it love, a hijack, four airplanes…
Is this war?
Days of mourning, and sleepless nights
Terrorized nations, terrorized people
And stunned the world over
They advance in soundless possession
“More” – they’re insatiable
Is it love, an explosion, two buildings…
Is this war?
Dead people alive in the rubble
Kicking concrete, eating steel
And families lost forever
Hundred Thousand human frailties
“Enough” – the rogues, we warn
Is it love, a citizen, a nation…
Is this war?
Hour 5
The Empty Wall
The empty wall stands witness
A space engraved within to fit the mirror,
Of mirror, which her beauty abound
Has asked numerously …
The empty wall stands witness
Reflection died a long time ago
Of time, which the senescent wall
Has passed amorously…
The empty wall stands witness
My lady in sparkling hues
Of hues, that surrounds love
Has danced gaily…
The empty wall stands witness
Her wait is on for centuries
Of centuries, when mirrors ruled the empty walls
Curiously and curiously…
Hour 4
Eternity Now
Darkness emits its own light
Pregnant in the womb of eternity
Self-luminous life now
Traverses its destiny
Consuming time itself
Resolutely … absolutely
Death is certain
For the grassroots are ripe
And smaller hopes destroy bigger hopes.
Hour 3
Final Earth
You said nothing, just smiled;
Half turning your head,
Yet willing to give in
To a soul exiled.
One wink gone; a life, a wait,
You stirred again, counted two;
Love rolled on, and off, and on
And slowly nibbled at my fate.
You held my hands,
Winds murmured; the green, the grey ditto:
I closed my eyes and felt
The skies, waves and sands.
You carried me away, again,
On a promissory note
Towards the final earth
Where we shed all before the dancing rain.
Hour 2
I am
The waves hammer on the naked earth
Among innumerable froth
To a loudness, nearly full;
The wind blows away the falsity
That I’d gathered deep in my heart
The insatiable sea, fire inside, dances in silence
To match the throbbing earth into a lull –
And takes me into its heart
To show many treasured things,
And among them was my name.
Hour 1
Just a few hours to go … getting ready
Hello All
I am Viswo Varenya Samal from India. My hobbies include travelling, reading and writing. My writing interests have now landed me on the poetry marathon and I am looking forward to it.