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On the occasion of the Valentine’s Day, we bring to you a mini-anthology of six poems from India and Mauritius, showing many colours of love. Lily ponders about what love is in the refrain of her three stanzas, in her poem, The Thing called Love. Shail talks of a traveller in a train, among indifferent people. She felt sad and distraught, till she saw a streak of light, love in squalor. Her soul cleanses, as she what true love is, in the poem, Feeling Blessed on Valentine’s Day.

The third poem, Valentine Blues, by Mauritius-based poet, Anoucheka, talks of the sensuousness of love and its loss. Dr. Chandra Prakash’s poem, Roses for Valentine, celebrates love. Love on the Beach by Alok, explores the sensuous and erotic love along with , Sweet Valentine’s Day, by Vatsala, a Mauritius-based poet. We close the mini-anthology with a sensitive poem, with an ode to Valentine’s Day with love from Molly. She points out how love has been celebrated by humanity in arts and literature, down the ages and its continuum to this day.

Here are verses on love, by six Different Truths Poets, as part of the Special Feature on Valentine’s Day, exclusively in Different Truths.

~ Arindam Roy, Editor & Anumita Chatterjee Roy, Co-editor.

 

#1. The Thing called Love

Fresh juice of the passion fruit
Simmering in the incense of divinity
Enamelled with gems of worth
Isn’t this the thing called love?
Arching your back to peep
Across the fences of discord
Standing on lifelong tiptoe
Isn’t this the thing called love?
What Radha felt for Krishna
And Sohni for her Mahiwal
That mystic halo of light
Isn’t this the thing called love?
Fresh juice of the passion fruit
Lily Swarn

#2. Feeling Blessed on Valentine’s Day

She sat lonely inside
the crowded box of indifferent people
as the train trudged on
unmindful of her depressing reflections.
Locked amidst raging thoughts
and roaring emotions
she felt disconnected with the world.
But, wasn’t it Valentine’s Day?
Wasn’t she supposed to feel joyous
or, was it just another ordinary day
hyped up to make the lonely sad,
the forlorn distressed,
the friendless hapless?
Amidst the plethora of stormy sentiments
she witnessed a far greater struggle
as she saw a malnourished, unclean girl
begging for a hungry bite from the less unfortunate
feeding the cast away food to a bony structure of a dying soul –
a relative, a mother, sister maybe.
Flies already making home in a body
yet to give up the ghost
while the child still showered love
to an obviously hopeless case.
Who was less loved?
Who less blessed?
Who more distraught?
St. Valentine would know it better.
Suddenly, clouds cleared,
thunder made way to a pleasant breeze
that touched the lonely traveller’s face
making her feel treasured, cherished by the law of love!
Happy Blessed Day to You.
May You Always feel Loved!
Shail Raghuvanshi

#3. Valentine Blues

In the deep abyss of my heart
Lies, in a molten pit, a life as it could have been
If the winds of luck had blown my way
If the arrows of Cupid had struck according to my bidding
If my birth stars had been favourably inclined
If my muse had not had other plans for me!
In there, lies a landscape
Bordered on all sides by a rainbow cloud
A landscape which is home to me and my sweetheart
A landscape shaped and sculpted to suit the beats of my heart!
In the deep abyss of my heart
I swirl to the beats of romance
Pure and exotic
Innocent and reciprocal
I swirl in the arms of my beloved
I swirl as I wish to, wildly at times
Sensually at others
I swirl, caring not to see if I am graceful or not
I swirl only to the pulses of desires my beloved sends to me
I swirl and smile and laugh
For living as such is great
Living as such is lovely
But such remains enclosed in the deep abyss of my heart
The abyss monster wakes up and roars when the love season shows up
Armed with the sword of my muse
I subtly and easily put it to sleep once more, for,
Life never did promise that it will give to me
All that I sought from it!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon

#4. Roses for Valentine

Gift a rose to your Valentine
Rid off worries, dance and dine.
Rosy rose for lips divine
Blushing hue on her face shines.
Yellow rose for warmth of love
In its warmth lives lovely dove.
In it lies love’s treasure trove
It brings blessings from above.
In it blooms the lovely spring
All the sweet memories bring.
Purple lush with luxurious life
Get rid off all struggle and strife.
With white roses live in peace
Free from mind’s all caprice.
And within love lotus blooms
With sweet cadence mind zooms.
Dr. Chandra Prakash Sharma
Love on the Beach

#5. Love on the Beach

On the silver sandy beach,
At shy beautiful dawn,
I peep,
Wreathing my hands
Upon your smooth shoulders,
Into the deep ocean of your eyes,
Filled with the elixir of love.
My sportive and eager fingers
Grope,
With high emotion of love,
Into your dark curly hair
That spreads
The heady perfume
To intoxicate my sense.
The blush of your velvety cheeks,
When my trembling lips
Rest on them,
Bestows warmth
Upon the cold musical wind.
Huge waves of the sea
Will bring
The message of our undisturbed love
Up to the horizon
With their eternal motions.
Alok Mishra

#6. Sweet Valentine’s Day

From Love’s womb we’ve been born,
Its heart is our true abode,
Wisely for centuries
it has sustained human sub-conscience
In poems
In paintings,
In songs
or other forms of Arts,
Love has always been
the pillar,
the backbone,
the undying echo
Today is Love’s Day – Valentine’s Day,
Red roses
Satin hearts
Soft teddy bears
Chocolate boxes
Candlelit dinners
Sweet memories
smile elegantly in the air
It’s a unique day
to make promises of eternal love,
to propose the beloved,
to kiss and cuddle passionately
O Human Race!
On this sweet Valentine’s Day,
Let’s flow with the rhythm of love,
Let’s join in
Let’s celebrate!
Vatsala Radhakeesoon

#7. Valentine’s Day.

when my heart
              grows tender
with thoughts
                         of you,
the valentine
                           feel
precipitates...

you my valentines
              who made
my life green...

though
               out of sight
you  all
                not out of
 my mind...

how my
         heart throbbed
those days
                 in thrilled
anticipatation
             of a glimpse,
that fond
                look, care
that made me
               feel special...

how I trotted
            with a sprint
on my legs, 
                 the wild
mountain roe...

your rainbows
             beckoning..

hah!

   how times fleet
leaving behind
      lasting memories
of many a
            rendezvous...

no, you are
               not gone...
you still
                light up
the mundane
        its montonous
repeats..

love you all dears
                      be it
the friend,
              with fond
concern,
          the avid reader
with admiration,           
or the one
          who left unsaid
more than
                 the said...

those  batting
                 eye lids
the quivering
                      lips...

this
           not to make
 you jealous
           my life long 
valentine,
            sorry,
           no pretences
between us...

despite
       all the crankiness
you and I
           throw at each
in these
           twilight years
of our lives 
           aren't we like 
the supporting 
           staff for each
emotions growing
               deeper in
shared joys
          and sorrows ?
the mountains,
                 valleys
we traversed
          through misty
terrains,
where shadows
            grew longer
  as we walked....

     yes, Valentine
           is the feel
when the
          sweet sorrow
seeps in 
           the pain of
too much
         of tenderness
Molly Joselph

Visuals by Different Truths and picture design by Anumita


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