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Elderly Men Two

Elderly men two,

One spectacled, other not,

Covered with woolen clothes and all,

Watches bandaged to dry wrists,

Merrily sit and sip evening tea.

 Bench is bare and but they don’t care. 

A call they have

From Kolkata

An old mate is in hospital

Languishing lone for life’s breath.

Once they shared joys and woes

Once they visited friends and foes

There was mirth in the air

There was gay in their gaits.

How can they forget communal days?

How can they heal mutual wounds?

So they glue to the screen

Two tickets they need,

Tea after tea, route after route…

Yes, lucky they are

 Two tickets they get

By the window side.

Home they return,

Eyes gleam, hearts splutter,

And they wait for cocks to caw

And they hear the birds

They run to the sleepy station

And catch the mail

And they shriek and shout,

Finally settled,  a call they make

On wheel to their fading friend,

‘Zooloo! we’re almost close to your bed!’

Chimera

I am raving mad

At nights, when you swoop down

On my sleep from the dismal chill

Of delusions

When I walk down the souvenirs

Of abandonment

An unnerving iciness

Creeping through my spine.

.

I hear the frothy laughter

Of the Id

The disquiet tuning it’s trumpet

From across the forbidden lands

And forbidden love

Blowing softly in the wind

The tunes of hers owned

And my desire

To die for.

.

I know I am raving mad

When I embrace this soulless night

For the wishful firefly

And yet I do

With the spectres

Of a begone tale

And undying hope

That’ll never leave my side.

I’m In Love With My Incomplete Life

Life is so incomplete

And I’m in love with it.

There is always that little something

A missing jigsaw piece

A poem incomplete

A novel half read

Yet I do not regret

I’m in love

I’m in love with my incomplete life.

There is always that folksy someone

An uncertain ‘see-you-later’

A dialogue flawed halfway

A wit not caught

Yet I do not regret

I’m in love

I’m in love with my incomplete life.

There is always that special place

A Bohemian dream never seen

An idyllic blue calling again

A native green rushing by

Yet I do not regret

I’m in love

I’m in love with my incomplete life.

There is always that delicate heartstring

A flaming bond, fiery red,

An unrequited love, spoken unspoken

A brimming silence, lost words

Yet I do not regret

I’m in love

I’m in love with my incomplete life

There is always a little more,

A hope, a smile, a touch, a dial,

A little more to reach out for

A little more to live out for

A little incompleteness, a little more

And I’m so much in love

In love with my incomplete life

That´s who you’ll be

When I cry a tear, you

Will be my laughter

That´s who you´ll be

 

When I´m not too well

You´ll be my doctor

That´s who you´ll be

 

When I´m all tied up

You´ll be my undoing

That´s who you´ll be

 

When I´m coming on strong

You´ll be my satisfaction

That´s who you´ll be

 

When I am hot and worn

You´ll be my cool reprieve

That´s who you´ll be

 

And whatever you are is where

I will meet you because

You will always be

The other half of me

 

Written as a song on 18thApril 2016

Heart Strings

Heart Strings

 

What is this force that strings my heart

coaxes, plucks and splits apart

melts my body´s wall of ice

the spell is conjured

I am enticed

 

Loves slow hand seducing me

to the point of no return

to the depths of heaven

where deep desire,

inside me burns

 

An urge to surrender to the silent ache

a cry to come, claim and take

things slow, no, lets not rush

taste the tease

like a teenage crush

 

Is there a treasure there for me?

a price to pay, a gift for free?

who´s to know, who can tell

let´s deep dive into

this wishing well.

 

Is this a duet or a dance of fools?

pivot, pull and ponder days

full of wonder, our love imbues

Mixing the murky pool

waters of me and you.

 

No strings, no strings, except the ones he plays.

 

Written on 27th July 2018

 

Were I Yours!

Were I a bird
I would fly and perch
On your bosom
And tenderly peck
The pair of delicate petals!

Were I a bee
I would swarm around you,
Humming beautiful croons
And feel the aroma
Of the concealed riches!

Were I a piece of clothes,
I would wrap you
From toes to the head
Unwrapping the jewels borne
On yours!

Were I a glamour
I would glow and glow
In your demeanour
And remain glued for ever
To your crimson skin!

Were I a sun
I would warm you
With warmth of my heart
And caress yours
Melting the heated crust
Of surging passions!

Were I a moon
I would remain blinking
Winking and swoon
You into my embrace
In the dead of the nights!

Were I a door
I would shut you inside
In the chamber of my heart..
And stare at treasures
Of your beauty!

Were I a book
I would hook you to the pages
Of my fervid life
And explore all secrets
Of your dormant feelings and
Thoughts!

Were I a pen
I would write off your pains
Through the blue blood
Of my existence
With its annals writ with love!

Were I an art
I would never part or depart
From your heart
Through any drawings
On sheet of paper
Scattered in the world!

Were I yours
I would never ever croon
This crude melody
Composed by the longing
Of my heart!

-Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

Frederick and Geraldine (Part 1)

They wanted to sail on the sea of life.
They built an ideal ship as in dreams.
Frederick and Geraldine, his sweet wife
Began sailing to explore new extremes.

Sometimes, he used to call her ‘’Crystalline.’’
On their ship, they carried good merchandise.
And he taught her to scream in the wind,
Creepy creeps with strong thoughts to harmonize.

He wore glasses, and his blue eyes were eyes
Of loveliness, when she called him ‘’Firstborn.’’
He was as a child, but one wondrous wise,
He had black tresses that were never shown.

From the watery green, their happiness
Touched the abstracted infinite of the sky-
The land was a thought- ‘twas togetherness
In that place where that much, no bird could fly.

She could do so many things in bad days,
But if she stopped loving him, she would die.
Being pregnant in that garden of praise,
She received a heart emerald thereby.

‘Twas a day to meet the ship of pirates
In searching for treasures in the islands.
She saw the danger through her man’s iris.
The pirates attacked them to take diamonds.

Frederick, the child, leaped inside her womb.
His father and the crew started to fight.
The pirates’ ship went to the waters’ tomb,
And Holy tears were poured on them for light.

Mary was a carrack around two hundred in size
Having a cargo space and five masts with lateen sails.
The men climbed to the top of the mast to front the skies.
Loaded the cargo and prepared it for heavy gales.

 

This ship had the main mast with a square sail for speed
And triangular sails for maneuverability.
Being eager to eat, to drink and to smoke their weed,
To load brocade and silk, they got the ability.

 

They had to purchase these goods from China to Lisbon,
Where they could exchange it for some Portuguese silver.
The crates were quite heavy, and Frederick asked Brisbon
To hire men, ’cause ‘’at the time, the goods they must deliver.’’

 

Brisbon hired sailors from Istanbul for the crew.
They carried the crates, one by one, into the cargo.
Sulim came and said that the gangway was damaged, too.
‘’What else? ’’‘’Three crates of goods and Abseil’ hands, ’’ said Fargo.

 

”We have to get to Gibraltar before September
In order to be able to pass through the mousetrap.
There is a strong current, which can be our ship’s dismember.
It flows in the opposite direction. Here’s the map! ”

 

Sam said, ”captain, how fast are the currents through this strait? ”
”The water at the surface flows between 2 – 4 knots.
The Autumn current can make us strain as through Hell’s Gate.
Losing knots in speed, we can die; life is in my thoughts.”

 

” The merchant wants to leave and doesn’t know what to do, ”
Said Sam. Frederick and two men went into port to seek
Someone, who could repair the gangway and someone who
Could treat Abseil’ hands, because to sail he was too weak.

 

Geraldine was in the kitchen to prepare some food
For the seamen. ”Where do you go? ” She asked Frederick.
”A man’s job! You’re too jealous. I don’t mean to be rude.”
”At noon, they drink.” She laughed. ”My time is always metric.”

 

Frederick descended quickly into the boat with
Sulim and Suaram. They went ashore and went up
In northeastern outskirts of the town, where the fifth
House was an unfinished jewel under the sky’s cup.

 

After two hours, they brought a few craftsmen the gangway
To repair. Finally, all the goods were brought on deck.
When the men started to eat, ’twas the end of the day.
” The water swallows the sun; it’s time for the dreams’ trek.”

 

Said Sam, while eating bread. ”And darkness engulfs the day.”
On the deck, the lanterns’ light made the place enchanting.
They ate in silence. The water sprayed wet pearls away.
Frederick said, ”Now, the timeless our sleep is granting.”

Sulim said, ‘’the moon rises in the sky like a child.’’
”The jeweler is going to come tomorrow to
Bring me jewels for those wanting their life to be styled.
Although I can’t sell them, I want all her dreams to come true, ”

 

Frederick said. She replied, ”I can’t wait to choose them.”
”They are expensive, and it’s hard to find customers, ”
Sam said, ’’ increase the price when two eyes light on a gem.”
”I have to deal with the coast-men, who are expert smugglers.”

 

” ‘Twas another world, when jewelry meant a business.
I had to wear a lapel clip to be fully dressed.”
Sam said, ”to the jewelry theft, I’m an eye-witness.”
”To protect this ship from pirates, I’ll do my best.”

 

He kissed her, ” you’re the most important jewel for me.”
She touched her womb, ”this fetus is very important.”
”And I hope he will become what I want him to be.
I know he feels me, even his feeling is quite dormant.’’

 

(After a few seconds of thinking, Frederick continued to talk with her.)

 

”Are you sure that we will have a boy? ” ”I am absolutely sure.
Moreover, he will be like his father.” The man held her
Into his arms, ” I’m strong enough this fate to endure.
Will he be as beautiful as me? ” He played with her hair.

 

Dreamy and meditative, Geraldine told him,
”He’s already a sailor in my womb.” He laughed.
”Son, I want you to hit her a little in a gym, ”
She exclaimed, ”he moved.” ”He’s maestro at this craft.”

 

(Early in the morning, Frederick and Geraldine woke up. They used to sleep in the same bed, although she was pregnant.
She had to prepare the breakfast for the sailors, and he had to go to the nautical bridge to take back the control of the ship.)

 

”You’ll stay in Lisbon for a few years because the child
Must grow up enough to be taken with us on the ship.”
”I do not let you roaming through the freedom and the wild.”
”I don’t go, I stay with you, ” he whispered lip to lip.

 

”Are you afraid of losing me? He asked tenderly.
”I’m afraid that something bad is going to happen.”
”With five belly dancers around, fashioned slenderly? ”
”Imagine this! You’re going to be a real captain! ”

 

He laughed. She gave him a pat on the back with her cushion.
”Do you see those five lateen sails? They dance in the storm.”
He wanted to make love with her, but she kept on pushing.
He immobilized her screaming ”Love me to keep me warm! ”

 

(Ismail knocked at the door and told Frederick that the jeweler was on the ship.)

 

To be continued…

The Last Cicada

The sadness scattered
over the walls resonating
with what was
in the heart
of the mountain.
No sound could be heard.
A myriad of eyes belonging to cicadas
were shrouded in mist.

A somewhat long-winded
like a speech
surrounded the sky.
Maybe it was an echo,
a sesquipedalian one.
It wasn’t breathless at all.

Nothing could have saved
nature around.
Neither of the forests,
neither of the birds,
and neither of the bears
could survive…..
Nothing more
could have been done.

All the moving peaks became
small stones, as solitary
as the moon,
at the fugitive horizon.
The last cicada
disappeared.

Everything became motionless.
There were only the shadows
of the trees
to follow the sunbeams.
The nature game
turned detrimentally
into a disaster.

In an illuminated city,
a man bought
a lovely bouquet of red roses
wanting to bestow
what it is considered to be
a symbol of romance.
This man needed
to express his love
and to let his woman know
how he feels about her.
This man disappeared.
He was the last one.
Nothing could have saved him.
Nothing more
could have been done.

Poem by Marieta Maglas

The name of the painter is Adam Sturch.

Love will always be powerful

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Raging with fury, yearning to spit out the flux,
Words can’t suffice the expression of dismay,
After all the struggle, tired and famished,
Disgusted by perfect order and rules,
A touch of love dissolves the soul at war,
Unacceptable that love has the power to calm,
She shuns the lithe touch,
Back again love touches with braving innocence.
She sleeps, a calm resonance of unsettled desires picture in her eyes,
And trickle down in tears that adorn her pale cheeks.

 

Unique Love

I could write of love all day long
and tell of its sweet moments in a song,
the painful memories of its loss
And the shattered being that bears the cross.

I could tell of love’s tragedy;
like Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.
Of crossed fate and destiny
and the sweet destruction true lover’s get.

I could write a poem to express
Sweetness and distress,
A poem such as Poe’s
That tells of woes
And serves as a bittersweet dose.

But none could tell truly,
or express intimately
how much love feels
or how lush it blossoms
with innocence and freedom
when it comes and sweetly sweeps
a lover off their feet.