Poems by Mehrotra N K

Music and Noice

a poem by

Mehrotra N K

On rock seated youth
in pensive mood
peeps through reflection
of water, ocean’s blue.

Riding on waves
Sea Nymph visited
white attire
foam jewellery studded.

Behind her ship on horizon
morning dawned on sky crimson
bumps ruddy disc like sun.
Flying sea birds twitter commended
Howling sea waves her visit heralded.
The gusty wind sails ship so fast
fathomless sea deep it has passed
to her kingdom, it anchors last.

Sea-weed spread turfs
like green velvet rugs.
Polyps making corals and shells.
Inky fluid octopus emitting.
Dolphin, eel, chimera whirling.

On strings of his violin
The musician harps.
Music melodious then vibrates
Crest and trough rides on waves.
In praise of Sea Nymph.
The musician harps
Majestic panorama
in ecstasy lost.

That melodious panorama
Was suddenly broken,
Shrieking noise of siren awaken.
Chimneys emitting curly smoke
Labour running to their post.
Jostling shoulders crowds on streets
Clamour, din, busses and cars seen
Pollution, noise and life running fast
The ocean’s music and solitude lost.
Heated nights in dancing halls,
Multicolor lights turned
Nights in pale dawn.
Music and dance so rapid and fast
Turned musical symphony in musical noise.

Those violins’s notes were soft and serene
Echoed and danced on ocean’s reef.
Its blue eyed love, sweet as honey
Like ocean’s bosom surges to ecstasy.

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The Beauty Lost

a poem by

Mehrotra N K

In a full-moon wintry night
And moon’s misty light,
Full bloomed flowers waved and danced
But their beauty was over sight.
Albeit their scented fragrance
Was intoxicant and hypnotist.

Goddess Muse riding on gentle wind
Whispered in ears a love melody.

In silence of that starry sky,
Someone stealthily entered that night.
She was none but my blue eyed love
Like open sky far and wide.
She chained my eyes with silky palms.
She hugged me, she loved me
and left countless kisses,
those twinkling stars were witnesses.

I felt warmth of her fast breath
as if Lord Cupid blew his warm breeze
under cover of vapourous dew’s dream
enthralled with nature’s limitless bliss.

While Goddess Muse sung her own melody,
Nature was in tune of her own journey.
Snakes, owls, bats and other night inmates,
Crickets chirping, pewits twittering,
In all constant harmony,
Breaking silence of that vision illusionary.

On east horizon
Multicolor twilight was drawn,
Slowly vanishing as rising sun was on,
Under its canopy, golden light was drawn
With it, illusionary moon night vision gone.

I knew not when the day dawned.
All I saw, night’s full bloomed
flowers’ beauty gone.
All it’s petals scattered on green grassy turf,
sprouting buds ready to bloom a fresh.
Was it in last dark hours
dawns gold picking hours
that night’s full bloomed flower’s beauty gone?
Now fresh budding flowers of morn
will adorn Nature’s temple lawn.

Note :
Soul is immortal, it is cyclic.
Transmigration of soul from one body to another.
The beauty lost by night’s full bloomed flowers has adorned
sprouting buds of morn.
It differentiates illusory world from nature’s real journey.

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