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Waiting for Brueghel

You yearned to see him,
longed after him as you
did in your Florentine days;
Brueghel,
as advertised
Brueghel as promised;

Amid the pristine marble
of the Royal Fine Arts
(Brussels museum of renown)
Brueghel drew them,
drew you like a moth
to immortal f(l)ame,
you exchanged more than
rubies for a promised look;

Doors wide open
staircases agape,
you hurried on up
when the laconic voice intoned,
“ the 15th,16th,&19th.centuries
will be closed for lunch ”
a momentary disappointment,
your visual caresses postponed;

At one o’clock
your heart beat faster
and faster still at a minute past,
when the doorman capitulated
down the corridors you dashed to
see blank wall after blank wall,
a veritable Tabula Rasa
they forgot to mention
that during lunch
Brueghel had also left the Casa.

Intermezzo

Voices on a phonograph

flutter across a deserted apartment,

their cadences lose themselves

among the zig – zag alleyways

on whose rooves silhouettes are painted

by passing airships on

bright timeless summer days;

In a nearby park

the oompah band plays

snatches of some Strauss melody

enthralling lunchtime crowds

attired in their finest holiday fashions;

And in the apartment

where someone used to be,

only a discarded telegram remains,

and with that emptiness inside me

I get up and leave;

leaving just the mirror

and the silence.

Invoked

Time had sung its inevitable song, a body

That had once planted a tree of love,

Had burnt to its last finishing embers.

The face, hung in silence, floating around

Unspoken words, etched in the timeless annals of memory.

The face of life, a sudden, elemental burst

A gleam of hope along the rusty corridors of nothingness,

Hungered for the pitter patter raindrops of a moment in time,

In the plastic quiet of the hospital room, death waited,

A silent companion at the next station, while life

Chewed on his final wishes of a succulent meal.

The finishing touches of words, beneath the breathing tube,

The pinching ache of the intravenous, the seeking out

Of lovingly knit faces, the hands gripping unfulfilled promises

A flash of seconds, then hanging loose.

Life had been beckoned in an unknown itinerary.

Twenty-one years since the sun had last gone down,

Memories unfailingly water, nourish the roots, the leaves,

The fruits the tree had borne, while the face

Hangs in the wall, a dusty portrait, in a home full of the living.

 

Copyright: Lopa Banerjee. January 11, 2014

Footnotes: An elegy dedicated to the loving memory of my maternal uncle, Moni Mama (Anupam Bhattacharya) who left us on this fateful day twenty-one years back, only in his early forties, succumbing to cancer. A youthful and intelligent person full of life and a quirky sense of humor, his memories are invoked till today and he will always be the face of life for me, yearning for love and the closeness of family even in the excruciating pain of his last surviving days.

Memorial at Ostend

The Seagull swoops theatrically ,

alighting onto the supporting stanchion ;

” Canada Remembers ” is affixed to

that railing where the Seagull now

stares off into the middle distance ,

perhaps at the Ferry from Dover inching

its way toward the harbour ;

calmer waters to-day unlike then ,

when they caused Canada to remember ;

” Banleda ,Bond ,Brown , Brush ,Byrne ,Cathcart ..”

twenty-six in all alphabetically tabulated ,

their five Motor Torpedo Boats numerically so ,

459 ,461 ,462 ,465 ,466 ;

We remember them now

amid all the firestorms that year

lost in the accidental fire and explosions

on Fourteenth February ,Nineteen-Forty Five

here in Ostend harbour ;

back then too a seagull swooped

theatrically alighting on the same stanchion ,

and had stared out to sea unaware

that Canada would be given cause

to remember and remember still .

Love Bug v. Google Glitch

PART- I-Reminiscence

Engulfed with sweet tangerine

tingling thoughts of you,

All trickling down in a trooping

tangential discipline within

The ganglionic ‘garbage’ globes

of the indomitable grey goblet,

Densely, pervasively percolating

as deliquescent dulcet dollops,

Pickled to perfection by generous

acidic gallons of acrid separation,

A sage now of an isolated island,

profound with manifold elucidation,

Crystallized dark with the purified and

the rarified of those rambled ravings!

 

PART II-Returning Reverie

Still the very synopsis of your retrieval

reverie that I relentlessly relish,

Makes it a rejoicing soul inquiry

of a classical cheery theory no fuzzy!

An evergreen fluorescent pigmentation

in a sudden transformation, all

Mushrooming   smileys springing back with

creamy cherubic life lilts from the

Sporulated dormant spell so spastic,

rapidly grasping all the humidified warmth

And moistened affection exuding

by your illusion-automated presence,

Barricades of non communication

boring holes with a strong Marxist plea

Of inseparable unison, all the indiscriminately

inundated erosion gleefully

Building and bridging again by this

forethought happening grippingly!

 

PART-III – Lyrical Letter

As a prelude to your rousingly awaited arrival,

Now temporally accentuated

In sculpting a variegated verbose verses

Of our intricately indulgent intimacy,

With all with the monstrous killing

Spree of Pattinson’s vampire instinct,

To chivalrously cherish our mellifluous meadows

Shared, all terrifically mind-tattooed,

And no-quixotic knightly rescuing the still sharable

Futuristic, no-fictitious, space from extinct;

Verbose warriors with targeted penetration

Impregnating them forever in your delicately

Seasoned thyme and rosemary heartland,

Propelling your arrival to this longing

Barren fallowed never never land,

Instantly mutating it to stupidly

Cupidity struck Newfoundland,

Abound with asaparagy and gingery

Absorbingly amorous passion land!

 

PART-IV- Glitches, a Love Reassurance

With heaps of hopes wrapped in all those

Tiny tactile verbal warriors in strong dose,

Imprinted with tonnes of hues and tunes,

Of unsaid yearnings and unheard melodies,

On the frail and lifeless yet cryptic cellulose,

Bearing all reunion remedies

for our desolation maladies,

Invincibly uploading all these

heart musical mélange

Into the electronic page, as soft as

your solange bosom,

The hope laden omen gets

a horrendous twist out of the blues,

Just buzzed the SEND button

to render you my soul stirring craft

Bubbling “Oo”s like scoops of scrap,

flashing wickedly my screen

Barbarously displaying,

”Oops, server error occurred and

Your email not sent “, l

ike a seismographic tremor was

My shaken self, mind of the

doomsday Nostradamus,

Instantly and nonchalantly

recuperating with a magical Messi flick

Only to staggeringly survive

with your rhapsodically revival hopes!

My mind as stern and firm of the Nazi dictator,

Pronouncing with an arrogant grin.,

All the glitches in the Google

Dare not a dampening debacle

Of our eternal clasps and clutches,

as we are a super duper soul couple,

Engraved even in gravest of the graves

As unison beyond all comprehension!