A poignant surreal poem, by Laksmisree, exclusively for Different Truths
The veiled hue of my organza ghunghat The muted sheen of my nail enamels, My lip gloss, the muffled glitz of a caked make-up No longer lure me to the shadowy enclave of fraudulent dreams … My sharp, kohled eyes have dimmed with the shades of life Now embedded in the hallowed hues of the blues, greens and whites of transcendence While the soft scents of my bosom rise like the smoky spirals of holy incense, The distant under tonal rhapsodies of the hills, skies, rivers, and cascades Resonate with my tinkering anklets tuned to that unknown drum and lyre Playing beyond evanescence And my dark, cloudy curls tonsured into gleeful waves to embrace This new life of explosion, expansion, vision Your sapphire skies, emerald seas, carnelian horizon, ruby rose-love Iridescent butterflies, energising breeze, Aromatic flowers, gleaming glow-worms Circulate, Activate, Simulate On the periphery of the penultimate zone Hovering around that pivotal aura I search for Far away from shrines From prayer From faith From benediction From hope From hopelessness From delusion. The pink horizon stretches out To the thin films of the deepening night, The hide and seek baby sunrays peep At that glistening edge: I wait while life goes on … I wait still, as always, for the answer As always, one thumb away from my clutch.
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Prof. (Dr.) Laksmisree Banerjee, a poet, critic, vocalist, educationist with national and international publications & awards, is a Senior Fulbright Scholar & Professor in English, Commonwealth Scholar, National Scholar from Calcutta University, India, UGC Post-Doctoral Research Awardee and a Former Vice Chancellor. She has lectured in premier universities, recited her poems & Indian Music in literary festivals & international conferences across the globe. Widely anthologised, she has five books of poetry and several academic publications. She is our regional representative of East India: West Bengal and Jharkhand.
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Wonderful poem ..thinking loud about the mortal and the immortal….Your sweep is breathless and the poem moves like a caravan of humanity from lthexreal towards the irreal..