By
Nivedita Dey
Love In a Broken World
Love incarnate came down
Holding hands of strangers
Not So strangers
Piping a tune new into
My ears deafened by defeat of
Words I loved – love
Will always love
Just — I will break up the bread
Crumbs you cast away
Denied eating from my
Lap of love I will now
Break among teeming
Jews Pharisees alike
If You were — are God
Holy to me seated in my
Holy of Holies let Your love be
Brought down to streets filled with
Your beggars, lepers, whores alike
Drinking Your seed out of
My hand You once held.
Winter 2015
Wintry sheet of still. Except
Hedge-crickets
Occasional trains with midnight goods
Bads and uglies zoom by a sharp
Siren scissoring the sooth of
Silence otherwise
I try recollect just where could be
That exact breach through which the Great Mist
Drifts in and out went a lot more
Childhood gushes in through that
Unsewn tatter
This world this winter turns and tosses underneath
The blanket of red bullet holes, here
And there – a sheet of sleepy oblivion
Black amidst white washed malls
Worlds amidst World divided
Into winter celebrations and wintry dirge
I hear both from my lukewarm human bed –
And choose to drown it all
Amidst a more soothing non-human
Lullabies my night hedgecrickets’ song.
Thank you Papa. What a pleasant surprise to bump into your comment here, that too after so long.. :)
Very well written - Baba