Dragonfly

Sunrays filtering through her translucent wings,
As she rose effortlessly,
What a beauty she was,
Pure and unspoiled,
As I ran after her,
Oblivious,
She hopped from flower to flower,
Oh such a beautiful day,
Shiny and bright,
Such a joy it was,
To be with the
Dragonfly in flight.

Why did you steal my
Childhood from me,
You, who dress in piety,
Those lips that proclaim the
Name of God incessantly,
How can it hide teeth so sharp,
Shredding me to pieces,
You who proclaim special days
For children, women and mothers,
Speak of the divine and of heaven,
Did you ever think of hell,
When you stole my childhood
From me and left me to rot,
In your hell.

The wings are now torn,
No more translucent,
They don’t reflect
the sunlight no more,
Its limp body shaking,
The dragonfly lies in the
Palm of my hand,
I close my fist,
Darkness.
There goes a monster,
He says,
Piously calling God,
And
Praying for my salvation.

Ah, do you notice
The dark shadows
Of sin
As the saints
March in.

Searching for my muse

Deprived of my wings at birth,
May be the angels
were afraid, that
like Ikerus,
I shall attempt
to touch the sun,
and get burnt.

 
But I bargained
to set my
mind free,
soared high
and gained the
whole universe,
Imagination unbridled.

 
From unseen depths
of the ocean,
To places even
gods fear to tread,
I roam,
in search of
my elusive muse.

 
Alas, it’s a journey futile,
Travelogue continues,
Search goes on,
Certain that
once destination arrived,
the reward of discovery
shall silence my mind.


Featured image by Sabine Sauermaul from Pixabay.

Evening Solitude: A set of Haikus

If friendship measured
In yardsticks of achievements
Prefer enemies

*****

For your professed love
Abandoned those that loved you
Beware betrayal

*****

Wings are for flying
It will be cruel to clip
The wide world beckons

*****

No words are spoken
Silence heavy in our hearts
Forever a lie

*****

Evening solitude
Raging tsunami torments
Forlorn heart sheds tears

Wings to my love

Gave wings to my love,
Flew out to blue yonder
Spreading wings,
Shared love all around
Happy to be free.

Earthbound,
Caged my pain,
Waiting,
Smile on my face,
Bleeding heart, patient.

When tired wings
Seek a resting place,
Warm embrace waits,
Key to the cage
Lost long ago.

Flight of the caged bird

Open blue sky calls
Trimmed wings flutter, flight futile
Freedom a sad dream

Lush green forest lost
Berries, colorful, beckon 
Greed leads to bondage

Inside gilded cage
Slowly fading freedom dream  
Wings weakened, useless 

Sad songbird mimics
Nature’s music stifled harsh
Captor rejoices 

Wings spread one last time
Freedom calls, break the prison
Caged bird, dead, takes flight


Featured image from Pixabay

Lone hawk

‘Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven’ – WB Yeats

Sitting on his golden perch
The war hawk screeches shrill
He has all, hungry still
Wants to lord over all
What he needs, he snatches
By hook or by crook
It’s all he can think
His rookery well cared for
Tries to rob other all
Clowning hyenas are his retinue
Eager to jump on carrions
Hell bent on changing landscapes
Scarred earth littered with destruction
Honesty, integrity not his strength

Lone hawk perched on rooftop
Contemplates fall of mighty eagle
Those endowed strength by nature
Don’t need false drum rolls
Fall of the coward weasel
Nary a sound it makes
Beneath contempt of mighty hawk
Gliding effortlessly observing it all
Swooping down on his prey
Grabbing food for the day
Mighty wings braving the cold
Lone hawk, brave and bold
Flies away, sight to behold


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Six