Poems by Ayona Sur

The Rheumy Eyes

a poem by Ayona Sur

This balled of a nymph,
Who paid the price for vanity and thwart
Came when the judgment day,
Trembled against the creator’s wrath.

Immobile became the gods
Seeing her splendid face
And statuary became the creations,
Witnessing her statuesque grace.

She thought she was the only
Lord’s display of artistic splendour,
And no one till timeless eternity
Will step on earth to match her grandeur.

But behind those big hazel eyes,
She was all cruel and vile
Non like her was known in heaven,
Neither on earth for thousands of mile.

She hated the ugly
And loathed their very face,
To live on the same land as she,
Considered her charms disgrace.

She had a dangerous secret,
A secret that she hid forever
That she was formed immortal,
Die will she solemnly never.

She considered the other maidens
Inferior to be her mate,
Stunning she was yes,
But devoid of love in her fate.

Haughtily she told a damsel once-

Don’t dare call thine pretty,
That word’s not for thou,
On this planet only I have the gaiety
And no one in my tow.

Thine beauty is only time’s play
And in a sweep of tide it will vanish,
Then you’ll mourn on that day
When mine will cease to diminish.

Then lifting her hands towards the sky,
As if challenging her mentor,
Declared she was the loveliest of all,
More dazzling than her own creator.

Then one day, from a land faraway,
Arrived a handsome king,
Who was traveling far and wide,
For a lovely bride to bring.

So she ordered her admirers,
To poison the river
In which the maidens bath,
So caught the kingdom a fatal fever
And she smiled at her malicious thwart!

The moment the king saw her when,
He was truly mesmerized,
He married her only then and there,
As if totally hypnotized.

On the auspicious wedding night,
No one knew of the hushed conspiracy,
Since at dawn the people forlorn,
Saw their king struck with palsy.

No one appeared on her coronation,
And now she was heir to the throne,
Hue and cry struck the kingdom,
For she was the most tyrant ruler known.

On her royal orders,
The ugly where beheaded and
The attractive were made her slaves
Unknown the sins she created
Unknown she dug her own grave.

Then came the judgment day,
To free the people from her terrible fray,
As a blinding dazzle, outside her castle,
Made her come out, to witness the hassle.

Then said an unearthly sonoration-
You caused suffering to my creation,
You are such a virago,
And you’ll suffer forever in limbo.

Now you’ll wait for death, in such a state
Which no longer will you dote,
B’coz in time you’ll find
Thyself uglier than the behemoth.

Due to thine barbarism
My birds no longer sing,
Wasn’t it you, you vain creature
Who killed the gracious king?

No use writhering like that,
For I have no pity in those tears,
Lest should I create another like you,
Is what my eternal fears.

Henceforth unheard will go thy cries,
And no longer will you descend the throne,
Hearing this curse on you, oh rheumy eyes,
No mankind on this land shall mourn!

The Phenomenal Lady

a poem by Ayona Sur

She is slow and fragile,
Yet she is strong and going
She is wrinkled and senile,
Yet seeds of love she’s still sowing

Trepidation desists to dwell
In her harmonious sanctuary,
Anxiety’s that she knows too well
But impedes it from making her wary

Death she does not fear,
Since her existence is a Strife,
Vexation in her spirit did always leer
Yet she’s challenging the challenges of life.

Solitude couldn’t break her
Couldn’t rip her godly might of will,
The tempest couldn’t shake her,
Coz with hope the voids of life did she fill.

She knows that she’s crippled,
Yet ignorant is she about it,
So her being is far from stippled
Coz in darkness a candle she lit

Her life’s a story in a quire,
Her life’s a living exemplar
To execute every wish and desire,
Coz life’s the vessel and we the sailor

No end of her eternal enamor,
Nor ceases her gift of love,
Adversity taught her to walk with valor
And find we peace in her caring cove.

Very pious and devout is she,
The vision of Almighty’s ardent panorama
However spiritual she nonetheless be,
She is my dearly loved grandma

Very few reciprocate her affection,
No matter how amorous she is,
She is a visitor of few days now
But there are very few who realize this

The Last Detour

a poem by Ayona Sur

Walking in the labyrinth of failures
the very existence had become agony,
nothing but oblivion seemed to allure,
and salvation became the salve of destiny.

Dawn till dusk hating thy bleak longevity,
yet sashaying down life’s dark alley,
in the eternal search of sparse serenity
only daylight showed the solitude valley…

Then spoke the sotto voce promotion,
to conjure thy self’s morale,
and thus began the realm of inner resurrection ,
encouraging to hang on life’s tattered sail…

Having lost every battle,
it was difficult summing up the valour
yet again spoke the sotto voce,
“Success may be waiting,
go ahead, take the last detour!”

Love Forever

a poem by Ayona Sur

Our relationship is special,
Our friendship is the best,
Our love is ever growing,
Our life’s wonderous quest.

We share all things together,
We never feel alone,
We look at all we have been through
We look back how we have grown,

We group the tender moments,
The time we spent as one,
We savour our accomplishments,
The project we have began.

Its a special kind of feeling just to know,
You are always there,
A special kind of comfort just to know,
You always care.
A very special kind of love that we’ll always share.

A mute companion

a poem by Ayona Sur

Everyday I look at you,
with tender little ripples rising in my heart,
Tell me can you feel it? Can you see it?
If not then we are drifting apart.

I like you the way you do,
but in a very muting solitude,
I want you to cherish it within you,
And if you can’t then I’m abandoning you.

The fragrance of love should be felt with stillness and calm,
Everyday I long for the touch of your palm,
Tell me can you smell its delicious aura,
If you can’t you don’t deserve me in this world of flora.

I am bashful don’t you see?
To look up in your eyes, I’m as scared as can be…
Can you speculate the shyness in my eye?
If you can’t then you are fading away and by

Be my love, be my mate,
Because you are residing in my mental state…
Tell me is it possible for you to be my fellownian…?
If not its a humble request that be my mute companion…

A Candid Speculation

a poem by Ayona Sur

We hear the classic encores of
The melodies of nightangles,
We see the mysterious moon
In the fascinating vast sky,
With crimson tainted beaks
The hue of lovely butterflies.
With kaleidoscopic wings
The swarm of bedecked bees,
And the chirping of enchanting birds,
I set myself for epiphany,
Because… I am in love

The fresh scented breeze at dawn
The swaying of svelte branches,
The surreal in the mountain air,
The sight of ruddy rugged terrain.

The scintillating rhythm in a violin
The smile of an infant
And the luxurious vibrant cascades
Are indeed aspiring… only when
You are in love.

The spectacular setting of the sun and
the wonder of the mysterious night,
The beautific lustre of the stars,
The sight of the enchanting tulips
Nestled in nature’s lap.

The silvery snow-white mountains
The silent message in the eyes of a beloved one
The ethereal feeling in a cozy home, with everyone around.
The rhythmic rustling in the bamboo shoots,
The electrifying laughter of a young maiden
And the first shower of a repulsive summer
And an aura of mystery… only when
You are in love.

The dwindled rays of an evening,
The silence and tranquility in a temple,
The florid canopy of frangnant journies,
The alluring dance of a graceful peacock
The majestic gait of a sorrel horse,
The catchy tunes from a faraway flute
Are indeed wishful and fascinating… only when
We are in love.

A Candid Speculation

a poem by Ayona Sur

We hear the classic encores of,
The melodies of nightingales
We see the mysterious moon,
In the fascinating vast sky
With crimson tainted beaks,
The hue of lovely butterflies
With kaleidoscopic wings,
The swarm of bedecked bees
And the chirping of enchanting birds,
I set myself for epiphany
Because… you are in love

The fresh scented breeze at dawn,
The swaying of svelte branches
The surreal in the mountain air,
The sight of ruddy rugged terrain
The scintillating rhythm in a violin,
The smile of an infant
And the luxurious vibrant cascades,
Are indeed aspiring… only when
You are in love.

The spectacular setting of the sun,
The wonder of the mysterious night
The beatific luster of the stars,
The sight of the enchanting tulips
Nestled in nature’s lap.

The silvery snow-white mountains
The silent message in the eyes of a beloved one
The ethereal feeling in a cozy home
With everyone around.
The rhythmic rustling in the bamboo shoots,
The electrifying laughter of a young maiden
And the first shower of a repulsive summer
And an aura of mystery… only when
You are in love.

The dwindled rays of an evening,
The silence and tranquility in a temple,
The florid canopy of fragrant journies,
The alluring dance of a graceful peacock
The majestic gait of a sorrel horse,
The catchy tunes from a faraway flute
Are indeed wishful and fascinating… only when
We are in love.