Poetry

March 29, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Rajesh Nair

 

 

A DARK NIGHT

 

 

Every day broke and night crept in

For another ritual to unfurl again

Dissimilarity none did I find in vain

For each day and night was a habitual bane

 

Hard was the struggle to dispel monotony

Offered with or without consent adding to agony

Patience and resilience disfigured the anatomy

Nothing did captivate nor interest the brutal cacophony

 

Until a day so arrived to be volunteered

An opportunity to unleash the much desired

A chance to explore with full might grabbed

An ordeal at a solitary island so well carved

 

An assistant was to be chosen from the many

Task, exquisite and delicate not for the uncanny

Time and period so fixed and obligatory

That the sojourn had to be started with clarity

 

The inflatable boat tossed alongside the war ship

Packed with equipments and accessories to set sail

Sun was preordained to set within an hour still

So begun the voyage to the island with will

 

The boat tossed higher and higher as joy leaped

The mighty ship started fading as distance increased

Sailed in the cradle free from pangs habituated

To a destination so serene and pristine uninhabited

 

The rudder shuddered, keel broached and rocked

The boat stopped and we set foot unscathed

Lone beacon disused as English testimony stood broad

Waiting to be embraced and imprinted

The slant rays lend just enough light

Set position fixing system atop the beacon all right

Observation scheduled for entire night

Lone purpose for which we had alight

 

Light faded and darkness prevailed

Island so still now reverberated

Noises so unfamiliar and unheard

Quivered the body with adrenalin pumped

 

Boat fastened to the wooden peg grounded

Tent half pitched when darkness covered

Foldable cots spread bare above the ground

Packed food emitted aroma for the uninvited

 

Both of us had no insight

Why lantern refused to light

Moon refused to peek as clouds blocked sight

Winds rhymed as background score in the night

 

Orchestration grew wilder and shrieked

Foliage moved as ears hard strained

Beavers mocked and pairs of eyes glared

Stood we still in the dark night weird

 

Both of us lay flat on the cot

Side by side bewildered in thought

Gazed at the open sky to find no star plot

Wild imagination and fright did float

 

Prayed to all gods who could hear

The voices of dear and loved rang clear

Tomorrow was so far from being near

For today the end was more than sure

 

Soft and silky touch giggled me

Felt something caressing my hair weird

The slimy creatures crossed over one after the other

Still and numb were we gasping for air

 

Time passed by as still as ever

Brought in the suns morning slant rays

We were still breathing as if it was just an open dream

Thanked all for we still lived for more!

We still lived for more!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WATER MILL- A REVERIE

 

 

As the morning chill embraced

Weak and dim shone the light

Dew drops glistened to colours myriad

Light chased away darkness

 

Took a stroll down the wilderness

Creepers and climbers blocked  the path

Listened to the morning muse of the feathered

Amongst the hustle and bustle of the withered

 

Strewn stones gathered enough moss

Air moist and winds calm

Each step forward with utmost care

For bones much needed intact

 

Lone merriedly enjoyed the walk

Humming tunes long heard

Buzzing bees joined the orchestra

Winds clapped in appreciation

 

So much the nature around changed

My leisure halted with profound shock

Strained to see the water mill distant

Ruined but standing tall as monument

 

No longer the feathered mused

The orchestra ended abruptly

Steps paced in accelerated mode

Voice plummeted down the organ pipe

 

Gasped for air when winds blew stronger

Eyelids failed to close, heart echoed faster

Perspired so much that all pores opened

Mouth dried for saliva stopped secreting

 

Reached the mill engulfed in moss

Touched to sense reality, looked around to find none

Heard voices familiar and forgotten

Images flashed with glare and vision blocked

 

Moss started disappearing, mill retreading in time

Stone blocks started flight to the building

Roof once again got placed where they belong to

Doors and windows placed to fight intrusion

 

Mill sprung to life, water gushed out

The vacation had just begun for near and dear

The canines blowed their trumpets

Kids nude frolicked and bathed  in water

 

Huge fire place emitted smoke without stops

Warriors in groups armed set out with hip flasks

Women, beautified themselves in communion with nature

Kids, rolled and flung clay cakes all over

 

Pond was full with hyacinth and lilies all over

Small vegetable garden flourished with all sort

Few engaged in canvassing the landscape

Elder kids cricketed with full pomp and merry

 

Leader cock took the hens for a stroll

Pigs extended their snouts, blew the dust away

Birds uncaged took flights for picking grains

Beavers busy digging burrows for storage and shelter

 

My eyelids never closed for fear of losing images

Bottom wet having sat on the moss for long

Noises became fainter and ears hard strained

Goods train had just left not to be seen again

 

Water mill halted for never more

Pond dried up for water was scarce

The feathered left abode for grains were never seen

Bees buzzed for flowers were in paintings only

 

Near and dear settled differently for no common cause

Selfishness an uncontrollable epidemic

Wants and needs increased manifold for humans

Vacation was never to be disclosed with many

 

Tired and exhausted my eyelids closed

Journeyed back into reality

Succumbed to the fact that the present world

Does challenge many a wish !!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rajesh Nair

A seasoned professional with 14 years of diversified experience as a Commissioned Officer in the Indian Navy in the Executive branch (Hydrographic cadre) encompassing meticulous survey operations, planning and time management, resource management men and material, Data compilation, Training and welfare, Relief operations, Safety and security aspects, Men, Material and Crisis management and also as an instructor of Indian and International Naval officers in the National Institute of Hydrography.

On exit from the Navy being absorbed in the role of Chief Security Officer in a Public sector, an undertaking for the past five years, and has a flair for poetry writing, animal care and save the planet campaigns.

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