By Garima Chhillar
CHAPTER-1 (THE BROKEN DREAM)
Behind the radiating gleam,
Of the porch light of a city magnificent;
The repository of a hundred dreams
The territory of the dreamers sufficient--
Beyond the black spots of city,
A few miles away the disgusted outskirts;
The books and corners dirty
Where there light of lamentation engirts
There, under the blinding grief
Of the rustling leaflets of springwood
There once burnt a fire brief
Around which fragments of my bones laid strewed!
The winds passing neighbourly,
Blabber and taunt me despotic--
To pick off these poems dearly
And wake up from this slumber psychotic
But these poems, these pathetic poems
Etched disastrously in the marrow of bones
Refuse to move an inch, although some
Breathe in and out at the break of dawns!
The embers mock my indifference,
Spreads out on this unforgiving land.
The smoke, the soot in his belligerance,
Asphyxiates the air from my lungs in this dread!
In the town overburdened
With the weight of dreams of the dreamers,
The agony of my bones is shunned
Under their shimmering demeanours!
But the fragments wish
To fulfill the dream; even in pieces
One by one, in specific niche
Before the survival of soul ceases,
Before the agony evaporates
Into mist of a hundred thousand regrets
And slowly and gradually eradicates
My desire, my purpose in bloodsheds!
CHAPTER-2(RE-IGNITED HOPE)
But in this dilemma forecasted
Over my fatal fate, I sit as I
Stare at the diminishing embers dusted
And watch reflections of the flames as I sigh--
A faint wish, like a falling meteor
Rises in my ever so weak-walled heart
To reconstruct, to build, to secure
To bring forth an interlude to cease this fall apart!
Hence, I sit inscrutable
In front of the ashes so dark, so cold
I stare and glare vulnerable
At these postcards of my failure, so old
In dead of the night, amongst roosters
Wishing no blessings for my cursed soul;
In this long night of insufferable winters
Submerged in deathly wouls!
I sit silent, seeking a spark
In this extinguished affair of a dream
Try fanning these cruel embers dark
And ignite forevermore, flames that scream
Their reistablished acknowledgement
Of my old and deranged limerance
In order to warm my chilled heart stringent
In flame of this re-kindled fire's brilliance!
CHAPTER-3(THE LONESOME MISERY)
The mocking midnight wind laughs,
Whistles across my face in dazzling derusion
My arms thoroughly protected in scarves
Couldn't break the weave of this weary illusion
I shiver, I tremble in unfathomable fright
As the nightsky matures above me
Providing me the horizon of a hopeless sight
And the dying fate of extinguished embers below me
On carefully scrutinized vision
The stars hid behind the majestic drapery
Of clouds, creating wounds of circumcision
In this lonely procession of my wasted bravery!
The rooks encircle the aerial circumference
Barring the vestiges of my sanity
My dreams, my hopes stand on farther fence
Limping for a taste of divine vanity!
The damp mistles on the nearest tree
Itches the cein of my feet, in ways
That the evergreen rose grown over my knee
Shrinks in this display of affection rare!
In the dead of this night,
I pick up the sooted fragments of my poems
And place them over my swollen blight
To soothe this misery lonesome!
CHAPTER-4(DEATH, AT LAST)
Nevertheless, beyond the clock's minutes and hour
I lull myself to a mystic sleep
Where by the lanes of some exotic flower
I reach some alleys in the deep!
Where the ghosts of my gigantic city
Chase after me in unilateral delight,
As I sprint across searching for pity
In eyes of cold skeletons that give only despise!
These ghosts mock the broken manuscripts
That abandoned me in passage of time
And left me in this haunted city with receipts
Of shattered aspirations and poetry that don't rhyme!
So when I wake up with my nerves
Settling deep in my dermis once again
And the huge Heartbeats turning dwarves
In this manacled clad cage of mine again--
When the ver deepening distance
Of my life with my depressive episodes
Closed with God's maniac epic stance
On my life's dilemma filled roads!
The ghostly tales of the overburderning embers
Sit now, in my soul, shall be there ever
When I read old magazines in decembers,
While I sip my bitter coffee in October!
The porch of my extravagant town
Flickers, will flicker over my head all the time
I know, when the pupil will sleep sound
I will busy myself fitting this new rhyme!
For when the God asked to give up my poetry
To the fired and tired spots of the antecedents
I knew I should believe this fate composedly
In my hopeless hopes for greater precedents!
For, I should have all along known
I need to surrender the facade of a poet
Of these obsessive rhymes wrong
To borne and grow majestic as a poem!