Gazing through the window
She sees only the bygone days
Time does not tick for her
The needles crawled and dragged themselves
To stop one day,
Frozen and numb
She travels back and forth
Amid those black and white scenes
Refusing to live in the present
Unworried about the future
Her children and grand children stopped to grow
Their youth captured in eternity
Her imagination feeds them, plays with them
And waits for them from school
Time does not decide her journey
Nor her age
And, the link is lost forever
There are only yesterdays
Today never exists
And tomorrow shall never come…
Author Archives: Suma K Gopal
The Lord of Love
Jasmines bloomed and smiled at the ebony sky
New moon blinked and grinned,
Its elfin face sparkled, draping gentle glow
On the passionate night that unfurled,
For Ghanashyam, the Lord of Beauty!
Luscious nectar brimmed longingly
Aromatic breeze swayed, enamored
And then the sweet strain diffused,
Enchanting myriads of nymphs in the woods
There he is, Muralidhara, the Lord of Music!
Gopis hurried, to embrace him
Their wide thirsty eyes longed to be loved
Rasa Leela reverberated through sylvan night
Leaving the maidens in lustful trance
With Sudarsana, the Lord of Love!
As the day dawned, their agony grew
Yearning for joy of his touch that ended their suffering
Melody of desire, Maha Rasa that fulfilled their lives
He is nowhere, yet everywhere
The Lotus-eyed, the Charming Eternal Lover!
Artist
Why so hurry?
Why so hurry, Blacky Crow?
Before my chicks grow and go
I need straw, twig and stick
And build a lovely nest so quick
Come to my new home later in the day!
Why so hurry, Little Ants?
We need sturdy leaves of plants
And weave a haven like a dome
Before our queen comes back home
Come for sure, for a honey treat!
Why so hurry, Furry Squirrel?
I got to gather nuts from uphill
Save the berries, for winter is near
Hide them from those mice I fear
Come for cherries, I’ll spare for you!
Why so hurry, frisky cat?
Hush! I am chasing the cheeky rat
For, my kitty can learn lesson one
Hunting class has just begun…!
Come, Shall I meow of battles won?
Radha Krishna
Years later when Krishna met Radha
Her eyes sparkled, not with amour, or anger
Her lips quivered, not to kiss, or chide
Her arms stretched, not to cuddle, or pat
Her heart throbbed not for his music, or warmth
She knew, he was not the herder of Vrindavan.
Years later when Krishna met Radha
They gazed at each other’s eyes
And a trillion thoughts traced those yesteryears
Which they contained with a smile
They were entwined in their world
Enshrined on the banks on Yamuna
Years later when Krishna met Radha
They knew they were selflessly in love
Admired couples in a retold tale
There had never been any parting
No union, no longing, no agony,
They were in eternal bliss, being One
Finally Krishna spoke,
I am Dark, and She is Light
I am Energy, and She is Vibration
I am Prana, and She is Prakruti
I am Brahman, and She is Atman
I am the Seed; and She Contains.
Reflected Glory
She stared at the broken mirror
and curiously felt the flakes about to be fallen off.
Her broken image is indeed
the reflection of a fragmented life.
Bemused scraps stacked boringly
bearing the warmth of a waning dusk.
Everyone who lived with her carries her broken piece
And that’s what makes their images perfect!
Self-Liberation
We wake up with this surreal disbelief
If we can survive another long day…
Like the anxiety of a blank page.
We walk with compelling iron shackles
Tied to a wooden peg, never cut loose…
Like how we become the shadow that follows.
We eat strategies and drink motivation
Not counting the lines along our face…
Like time adding another spoke to its wheel.
Aren’t we mighty enough to rise above
The settling ashes that pull us down,
Like the legendary bird born again?
Aren’t we fluid enough not to stay defined
But spread through our sunny sketches,
Like those invigorating dreams during sunrise?
Aren’t we seekers of life and beyond
Evolving through meaning derived in a flash,
Like monks lit up with moments of epiphanies?
Aren’t we the free souls of cosmos
Unaffected by time and our thoughts
Destined to bring light from a dead star?
Today
We are scavengers feeding on the past
Digging the cold grave sentiments.
Rumination casts our vain glory to ever-last
Bulging a baggage of hoary sediments.
We are wanderers seeking perfection
Roving towards goals and victory.
The path twines and winds till the horizon
Raising the uncertainty and our misery.
We are blessings of this moment and now
Decked by hueful threads of memory and fantasy.
Today is the only truth time would allow
For us to re-enact our life built on fallacy.
From He to She
Between the light and dark shades of my shadow,
And in the familiar silhouette spread through the mirror,
I saw more of a queasy lass springing
Mom’s gawky boy, too inelegant to be a girl.
I was dressed to display dignity,
To show off the machismo stamped at birth.
My skin cried defying the body it concealed.
From being a Pretty Mystery to a Question Mark,
From a being a Silly Farceur to an Awful Sapphic,
The migration was strange, dark and excruciating.
It’s my fault – an aftermath of past lives’ sins!
Lords of morality cast my prayers, diluted
To the lesser gods tagged “he-or-she”.
My authentic expressions are cultural misfits
My dreams need to align with my genitalia
If you have long colorful feathers, you got be a peacock!
When I don’t decide who you should be
Why don’t you let me paint my identity?
When I can erase the dysphoric mist from the mirror
Who are you to determine the gender of my shadow?

After a Decade
Today we start afresh Leaving all that’s old Those transitory joys and stretched worries… Withered buds and faded sketches Yesterdays were colorless dreams Those colored were severed abruptly Never to resume over again Even when our adverse tiffs Hung like murky rain clouds With looming roar and rumble Quiescence spread sluggishly, and Far away, I hearkened accord that Swept my mucky sorrows away Even when our swearing lips Chose to flout our promises to each other And the guiding stars bereft us On barren dunes with sand castles I saw a beam of beacon Yonder in the land of spring and mirth As the sunrise’s embers Blush our hearts May the glow of your eyes Erase our life’s darkness As the early morning dew Kisses our souls May the beam on your lips Add serenity to our life Yesterday’s cinder is almost cold The flame of Tomorrow Deceits with its fickle smile Today is what’s worth To drink our passion’s nectar To fulfill our Love’s purpose. ***************************************