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Read the poems by Riya Sachdeva
Strange Romance of The Moon & The Night
Though the azure sky
with ruddy hue in the morning
bestowed optimism and rawness,
and yellow light of the noon
always unveiled a pure energy,
and the evening empyrean was
an arena of strange newness,
the days never fascinated her!
She always flew with nights!
Her theories were far away
of the comprehension of this world.
Some eccentric essence of love and chaos!
And her imagination was free and wild
whenever she thought
about the romance of moon and night.
Bitter strange waves ran through her body
and left her numb, even in summer’s twilight!
She used to gaze the moon at night,
effulgent amidst the twinkling stars.
And stars, she felt, shared with her
all the mysterious talks
even being so far!
Stars told her how the moon cascades from sky
holding hand of his beloved night.
The moon blazed in queer radiance
as he met his beloved.
And for their bathetic meeting,
stars twinkled to decorate the bride (night)
She witnessed how they both lose
in the eyes of one another,
Oh the love that they christened
without knowing about the arrival of morning light!
And this is how she witnessed
the royal affair of dark and bright!
Silent introspection!
After his suggestion,
I decided to look
into the mirror.
Maybe, it was just
to introspect…
and I met her;
the another of me!
She was staring back
consistently,
with a strange glare
in her big brown eyes.
I smiled, as she smiled!
I forgot… I was looking at
another of me,
and felt as if she
wanted to talk!
No words,
no voices to be heard
it was just a silent talk!
After hours, I realised
what has happened!
I was left amazed;
for a while.
Now, I want to thank ‘him’
For giving me,
those moments of smile!
And one day, suddely
Sitting perplexed near the trees
depressed and frustrated
just counting the days and months to pass,
I came across them!
Tiny stars were treading on the land!
Yes, the beautiful packets, bathed in liveliness,
spreading golden smiles, leaving everyone amazed,
forgetting their grave pains
and cherishing affair with life!
The little future Kalam’s are
still deprived of education!
Something compelled me
to smile back, as they smiled.
Their beautiful brown faces were
as golden as divine.
I asked them if they could help
in the process to learn and teach.
Their consent was an approval
for my pain to fleech!
Strange Contemplation!
Sitting on the terrace, I was thinking of you!
I looked towards the moon –
the golden-half moon,
peeping through the black clouds.
Silent night. No voice.
Just the thought of you!
Ah! Something was there…
Some strange force. Silent and invisible.
It made me think quietly.
Bit deeper. And deeper…
I felt something was missing.
Though the cold wind was blowing.
Yet I was not free from chaos.
No relaxation. Not at all.
And I was left to thought,
“What disturbs you?”
No answer did my heart give!
All blank and all black.
Sitting there perplexed, finally, I slept!
When I will Miss you the most!
When the radiance of Almighty will
sing the voice of my heart,
everyone will come to know our story.
The wind witnessing the fragrance of
our memorable company,
will that time green the wound of my soul!
When the dark clouds will smash my hope;
and ruin my palatable desire,
that time, I will miss you the most!
When the stars in the sky will not be mine
and will be twinkling brightly over others
the time, when moon will be accompanying me alone
and I will be lonely in the crowd –
yeah! I will be missing you the most.
When my heart will be overburdened with this ache
and my name too shall be listed as a poet,
I will be surely celebrating
the anniversary of our memories.
Surely, I will be crying to relieve them
and it will be the time when I will be missing you the most!
When poetry initially caught me!
She compelled me to feel against her.
The alchemistic brand wrapped tight in alphabets.
Oh, God!
I had to touch the royal blue ink
and white ruled sheets of paper,
both emitting a spanking new deodorant.
I flinched at the very touch of her rich silky melody
as she tried to cuddle every single inch of my body,
my wounded soul fluttered on every smooth caress.
I wanted to stop her. But she being so influential
dominated me. Fondled my hair.
My neck… she tinkered smooth kisses on my neck!
And with every bitter blow of rough wind,
I was fenced in her trap.
Wholly!
She was venomous and yet I was attracted to her.
I drank her poison as nectar!
She tortured me to the extent that I felt suffocated.
I breathed heavily.
I had sleepless nights but was badly inclined.
Can’t recognise that she was a demon and fell in love!
And till date, I am honoring an affair with her.
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