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Heimat

Something about this air makes me poignant
Or perhaps too familiar to be endured…
Those decades-old hollow eyes still stare at me
Elapsed past that smell of stingy rags,
Blood stains and cold logs of human bodies
Reflecting chilling horrors of the holocaust.

Something about this air smells like my home
I may be a gypsy, Jew, gay or communist
I hear marching steps pounding, looming
Mounting tension, loud weak heart throbs
Ghastly commands in the greyish-blue vicinity
And black clouds ready to bomb.

Something about this air creates the autumn of 1943
Leaves fall yellow, brown, dreary and dry
The cries of the camp prisoners go silent
My parched pink lips unable to pray
Wonder where the God fled, allowing
To wipe a nation’s history, hearts and hope.

Something about this air near the ashen memorial
Cries out loud the unheard stories of the souls of sorrow
Of my wounded homeland and shattered dreams.
As I let myself blend with the background
The church bells ring in melancholic unison
Orchestrating the slides of a miserable memoir.
Setting: An autumn of 1943, during holocaust in Germany.

Cleopatra

Wait, before you turn my blood blue,
I hear him…
Or was that you gently rubbing your slithery skin on my silk?
Black beauty! Bite into my bleak body
Through my skin, my shadow, my spirit, my soul!
 
The wild dance has begun!
Your chilliness against my warmth
The entangled helix, tightening
Mysterious madness sweeping my skin
Flashing deep pain
Sigh!
Brightness… Blindness…
I lose myself…
                                            
I set my thoughts free
from those existential clutches
I shade my dreams with lively hues
I hear your heart;
I hear secrets;
I hear questions;
My life is the answer!

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© Suma K Gopal

Amber Eyes

Amber Eyes

You told me once that my eyes pierced your heart
I didn’t wait to ask you how deep
I didn’t know that it cut and bled
But on a dark cloudy evening
When I lay naked with an unfulfilled dull ache
I noticed the bruise on my bust
Distinctly spread like your face.
 
Are you still there where I left…?
When the way of the world was weird!
You didn’t ask me why
Nor did I see the lovelight in your eyes
When your kisses caressed my hair
The breeze under the banyan tree misled me
Tapping gently on my nape
 
Thoughts about you make me less composed
And this obscure bruise and unhealed wounds
Make me pale under the blood red moon
Will you kiss my famishing torso?
And turn me sanguine in a trice
I would then lie in lulling languor
Weaving whimsical stained glass dreams
 
I keep my fane emptied and open
Fragrant fumes of incense inviting
When all are gone that now linger
And the only slaver is the delicate dust
Will you come as a respiting embrace?
To kindle my timorous lips with a song
Sung by the secret prophet of time
For, age hasn’t doused my amber eyes
Nor the flames of my soul!

© Suma K Gopal

A whiff of the past…

Some aromas give you
A whiff of the past;
And you breathe in,
A part of your own yesterdays,
Like forgotten melodies rippling away
To faded pages
Of a yellowed diary.

Last day, the scent of turmeric
Took me with absolute ease-
To a pampered childhood-
Of healed bruises-
It showed me a serene face
With a sparkling nosepin
And a purple kumkum
And wrinkled palms with rough fingers-
Adept at hardwork-
Tending to my wounds.

I reminded myself that the earth, in fact, had gulped down her soul-
And I wondered if she had left parts of herself here with me-
Probably her best ones.

It is so charming and a true delight
To feel mostly the mosquitoes bite.
When the sluggish sun breaks its own crust,
wind can teach you how to smoke some dust.

When the air smells of somnolent bliss,
Any bee can give you a sweet kiss.
When you are bored and you stifle yawns,
Spunky crickets trigger songs on the lawn.

If you go for a refreshing swim,
Jellyfish come beneath the surface dim.
Maybe at home, the things can turn out cool,
But your car stops because it’s out of fuel.

 

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Welcome Home

There is fire of gold
in the sunflower, hidden
in its veins.
It stands
turning towards the sun
all the time
in greed to suck
more gold.

I thought the sun
begets a million suns
inside its veins
and I tried to find
a way to open
the veins in vain,
to scoop a few
to put in my veins.

It is good that I
couldn’t do it,
for, after a while
the flames of the fire
soar high and high
and burn the whole gold
to brown earth
in its petals, and
then the petals bend
downward
towards the earth.

The earth smiles
through many tiny
flowers in her lap and waves
its green hands of grass
saying “Welcome Home”

You and my poem

Today, I would have you in my dream
Walking between the lines of my poem
In the wee hours of this rainy day
It must be an unusual dark night
Light from your eyes must lit it
Fragrance of Elanji flowers must arise from-
Your footprints knocking lines on both sides
Your hands should be moving above the lines
Patting letters assuming their roles among others
I will sharp my ears to hear the silent words
You utter in reflex in each single step of yours
I will twine them with a delicate thread of light
And will hang the garland by the eastern-window
To adorn the new day. For, that kind of a poem
Can’t be written for eyes; but just be left silent.
Today, I would have you in my dream
Walking between the lines of my poem

 

Sarala

A Home Upon the Hill

 

I will build a home upon the hill

With windows for every sun

Each room with mountain air shall fill

And night and day will be as one.

Bird song will waken the day

While cicadas lull it to sleep.

 

The fragrant air so wholesome

With shades of

Eucalyptus, pine and balsam

Will make a confluence

Of every room.

 

In Spring time flowers will bloom

In Summer the drones will moan

Punch drunk on pure nectar

Teetering to the honeycomb

In Autumn the colours will flow

The world will dance

And fall in a trance

From the crystal shine of the Winter’s snow.

 

The warbling stream

Will feed an afternoon’s dream

Where the muse will descend

Her song to lend

Our blended song shall delight

The daze of moon blanched nights

Horizon

I time travelled
I moment moved
Through freezing fog
Through stilled air

Where dreams blend with reality
Where souls battle in serenity
In the deep of the night
In the depth of despair

I crossed the seven hills
I crossed the seven seas
Where lost souls hover endlessly
Where cursed souls wail in peril

I saw where the earth
And the heaven unite
There my journey begins

Frederick and Geraldine (Part 2)

That ship used to carry passengers and some cargo.
‘Twas cozy and elegant for the ladies’ travel.
The outdoor spaces and the suites were cleaned by Fargo.
Its furniture and artworks were dreams to unravel.

 

They had tobacco, Indian spices, and old wine,
Making sure that the passengers wouldn’t miss anything.
Searching for food and water, when the stars started to shine,
Freddy hired Maya because she knew to do everything.

 

Maya was an old woman having black eyes and white hair,
And she had a deep, long scar above her upper lip.
The crew got ready to leave the port, feeling despair
In waiting for the last passengers to board the ship.

 

”She will prepare the meals as a woman of the sea.
She will help you give birth to the child when the time will come.
Why do I sometimes feel like someone is watching me?
He always appears in my way; those moments I’m numb.

 

He’s a tall and a lean man dodging out of my way.
He has three daggers and a gold ring with a boom skull.”
”Sulim said something about a sea wolf, ” ”What did you say? ”
”Ask Sam to follow him, and to put him in a lull.”

 

”It’s dangerous to follow him, ” ”Now, where is his ship? ”
”Near wild shores or isolated places, well hidden.
Due to my accident, I left the army swords that rip.”
”I left my home for you, ‘ cause this love was forbidden.”

 

(She started to cry while thinking that her father died because she left the home without his approval to marry Frederick. While crying, she fell asleep. Frederick fell asleep while being worried about their future.)

The ship had left the port two hours before Geraldine
Said, ‘’I feel that I’ll never turn back here again! ”
She passed through the waiting line formed to use the latrine.
Suddenly, she heard a thunder in that rush of rain.

 

They had insufficient fuel, but enough food to last
Until their arrival in Çanakkale; the kitchen
Was quite large and Maya started to cook very fast.
”Maya, what smells so good? ” She said, ” the last fried chicken.”

 

Ibrahim was seventeen years old, and he helped them
Prepare the breakfast for the passengers; he entered
To bring a basket of coal and jet. ‘’It looks like a gem.”
He took a coal into his hand to see if it was splintered.

 

”It is increasingly difficult to sleep at night, ”
Geraldine said; the ship was sailing forward slowly.
The waves were small, and a galleon came into their sight.
It had the color of those waters being shoaly.

 

‘Twas a commercial one sailing in the same direction.
A gust of wind ruffled her hair and snatched her blue bow.
The splashing waves with the rain drops were in the connection.
That ship was sailing fast, but none of their sailors knew how.

 

Maya took the kettle of water coming to a boil;
Prepared some bread with butter and some cheese for the people-
Twenty passengers and fifteen sailors freed from toil.
The bells that rang were like those being in a steeple.

 

There was a bang as the ship might have been hit by a reef.
Sam had looked up and had said that the square sail
Deteriorated slightly in the wind; then, the chief
Asked Sam to repair it.”There are two techniques that never fail.”

 

”Do you see that ship in the distance, on the horizon? ”
”It must be a Spanish galleon bringing cocaine
Laced with some wine, ” said Brisbon whose face was wrinkled and wizen.
”They sail across the Pacific Ocean from New Spain.”

 

”They’re longer, lower and narrower, with a square tuck stern
And have snouts projecting forward from the bows below
The forecastle level.” They forced their eyes to discern
The sun rising and making the water have a golden glow.

 

” These galleons are fast and very maneuverable.
They enable the seamen to sail closer to the wind, ”
Said Fargo.”Old ship’s problems are innumerable.”
Freddy said, ” a thought of buying a new ship is in my mind.”

 

Mary had nine cannons to defend against the pirates.
The passengers lived in large cabins having low ceilings.
This carrack was steered by Sam, the best between pilots.
Three decks and the crew’s quarters made it look as a building.

 

Their quarters and the captain’s house were on the upper deck.
With a long boat and a shallop, this carrack was safe.
The kitchen was near the cabins; the food they could check.
The food didn’t push people against the restraints to chafe.

 

This vessel had hatches to be used between the floors.
On the lower deck, near the cargo, ’twas the gun room.
There, they stored some guns and powder hidden behind the locked doors.
Their scent was blurred by the salt and by the ladies’ perfume.

 

The waves and the missing light made this deck cold and damp
For flour, biscuits, dried meats, and vegetables, water and beer.
The seamen entered in that place using a small lamp.
One by one, Sam and Sulim were moving the rudder to steer.

 

The capstan used to heave up the anchor placed at the bow.
The binnacle stood directly in front of the wheel.
Through the compass, to have a night vision it could allow.
The magnetic deviation they could see and feel.

 

The sailors used the hourglass to measure their duty time
An astrolabe helped them see the position of the stars.
Their chip board measured the speed during the stormy clime.
The Cross staff was skillful to see those ships of the wars.

 

”Give me the quadrant to see the dawn star’s altitude! ”
Freddy told Sam, ”Why did you choose to buy a carrack? ”
”Provisions for long sails, but I can’t say with certitude.
It’s stable in heavy seas and helpful during attacks.”

 

‘Did you hear about der Eyck? ” Continued Frederick.
”His instrument for longitudes and latitudes is new, ”
Said Arturo, a Spanish passenger, ” it’s not a trick.”
”I’ll buy the Plantius’ version for me and for my crew.”

 

(to be continued…)