Frozen Memories
The
region of my heart
where
memories lay frozen and preserved
in
silence
is
stirred again...
Stirred
and abuzz with a dynamic gush of memories.
As
the snow of bitterness melts
in
the spring of remembrance,
The
dew of regeneration falls
like
the grace of dawn,
like
the bliss of ambrosia,
and
moistens the orbs of my heart.
Memories like shrunken peas defrost-
They
stutter, stagger and leave
the
canvas of my heart
through
the door left ajar.
The
dark shades of bitterness
are
transformed into
the
shining hues of mercy.
When
I bid them goodbye
through
the window of my soul,
I
realise -
The
hardness of my karma had preserved them.
Now, karmic heat melts and burns them-
cleansing
my heart and releasing my soul from bondage past.
A Hazy Outline
A
hazy outline I see
in
my dreams
shifting
backward in time
flipping
through the pages
of
history
and
dragging me
to
the silken shadows
of
some old worn-out memories
and
surreal moments
that
are too blurred and dim
to
be owned and recognised.
The
moments I spent
in
the unfathomable sea of Life,
in
the Bhavsagar,
on
this mortal land before
in
the quest of my self
that
only wandered and wondered
like
a caterpillar searching for
metamorphosis,
somersaulting
through ages
and
dying many deaths
while
yearning to be
The
times I was bound
like
a bumblebee
to
the transient sweetness
of
the nectar
of
this mortal world
and
to which
I am
in love with still
I am
attached still
to
the broken dreams
and
memories
of
some unknown hope
but
now
with
a renewed yearning
of
release from the bondage
and
with a renewed wait
for
getting my strings severed
forever.
I
fall still in the muck
while
trying to be pristine
I
get stuck still
in
the deep mire
of
illusion and
restlessness
but
there's a difference now-
This
time to rise
and
not to fall-
to
lose my self
and
not to gain it.
Note:
"Bhavsagar" - It is the ocean of existence or life
in Indian context.
Gulmohar Tree: The Glowing Flame
Gulmohar
flowers in full bloom-
Their
glowing red flame
and
radiance
enter
quietly into my being,
lending
it a glossy glow
like
that of the radiant sun,
susurrating
to ripple
the
scalding vibes of my fury
and
injured pride
while
whispering the tales
of
the fiery sun
in a
melodious murmur-
mellowing
the heat
of
my pain and suffering-
melting
it with a single stroke
of
love and compassion-
making
it flow downwards
and
meander slowly
into
the well
of
endurance and bliss-
draping myself in its scarlet hues.
(Note:
Gulmohar tree is called
Royal Poinciana or flame tree in English)
Ms. Vipanjeet Kaur is a poet fond of writing poems on various themes like
nature, women empowerment, self, spiritualism and life. She has also
written micropoetry. Her haikus have featured in the international online
journals like Haiku Dialogue of The Haiku Foundation, The Haiku Pond and
the Scarlet Dragonfly Journal. She has also
read research papers on the topics of Literature, Human Rights and Women
Empowerment in a few international conferences and national seminars.
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