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Scary night

a poem by Chandramouli Eswar

Reddish eyes, moist palms, weary mind, gloomy night, not a single sight of life, everything is a sign of fearsome night
Howling Wolves’ scary sounds filling night full of fright, breakdown in a forest route, makes it muchmore fearsome plight

Blood-red moon shining bright, spilling light over trees through the darkest clouds of sky making shadows of fear everywhere on rocks
Deserted forest path in the midnight is calm and silent every side, every passing second is getting scary with the sounds of ticking clock

Raising heartbeat, profusely sweating body and those memories of childhood scary stories of grandma makes the night much more hard
Trying hard to fill courage to step out of the car to check the breakdown, finding not a nerve of dare to step from the car outward

Someone moving in the far-off sight, so white and bright appearing and disappearing into the darkness making it such a tensed night
Closing eyes and feel of pain over chest, as if someone is sitting over it, with the thought of ghost in eyes breath is going so difficult

Pain has reached pinnacles taking life out of the heart, slowly turned into death, such a painful wrath of darker forest night
Unaware of the reflections of the moon falling over the reflecting stones in the far-off sight, lost a life out of fear for the ghost

Free Flowing

a poem by Devaki Purohit

Walking down a winding mud path
A stone here and a stumble there
A virgin forest beckons me;
Beyond the meandering brook
Away from the city nooks
A people and their untouched forest
Beckons me;
Layers of trees, a rainbow of greens
A dash of butterfly wings
A forest deity, the people and their legends
All entice me;
The wilderness and the ‘Wild’ welcome me–
Unconditional and unreserved
Would my shiny world do the same, I wonder
My own thought mocking me, questioning me.
I trudge along the mud path;
Feeling like an intruder in a pristine world
I cannot give back what I receive, what I take…
Knowing also that I will never belong.
I halt at this thought.
Retrace my steps – back to my high rising world
Leaving with memories and a sense of loss
Loss of something I never had
Loss of something that never will be.
The virgin forest still beckons me
I make do with virtual view now;
Dreaming of another life
Where there would be no boundaries
No guilt of stealth, of intrusion
A life where I could flow like the meandering brook–
Unobstructed and free flowing!