Pushpa Ratna's Site

Standing firmly
At the bottom of the mountain so high
I looked up and up for
My aim I found
As wandering shadow as ghost
On the top of the mountain
Measuring the height of the mount
My feet galloped the top in steps
Oh ! I'm so scared
Both of my bare hands fly on the air
Looking up intently
On the Blues of the limitless sky
For my aim's still far away
From the pupil of my eye

I

Far beyond the horizon
When the rooster sang
A song of dawn coming
Beauty of the dawn
Sign of the day to come
Tears the thin sheet of my sound sleep apart
Waking me up
My beloved lady pours
In the cup of dark sky
A glow of the Dawn
A cup of tea

A day in my life
For completion of my daily works in order
My beloved will shake my body
Tired of deep sleep in the night before
And put in front of me
A Cup of Tea
So sweet taste of the morn I drink
A cup of Tea

II

Being tired of my daily works
My hands and legs are on the wane
With support of my time
As walking stick in my hand
My footsteps reach my home
When the signs of the eve coming
Far away in the west
A flock of egret comes back to his nest
The day then turns back
The lady of eve in the west
Pours in the cup of blue sky
Sign of the day gone and the night to come
A glow of the Eve
A cup of tea

I lay silently
On mattress of the green field
Seeing me tired from my hard works
The sweet smiles of my beloved
Greet me with her expressions of
A deep love
A cup of Tea

My dried lips taste with difference
A Cup of Tea
Wrinkles in my face by tiredness vanishes
How pleasant the feelings and freshness
I've in my mind by
The beauty of the Eve
A Cup of Tea

III

The greenery of the nature
Flourishes the beauty of the spring
By the sweet fragrances of flowers
The Wind whistles
In rhymes that
A couple of birds sing
And fills sweet dreams in my mind
Turning the pages of my life
I blossom inside me then
And hold in my hands
A cup of Tea
So sweet the taste that I admire
Beyond my belief
Every seconds of my life
Trickle down the juices of my whole life
In
A cup of tea

Truly not only water
Seven colors of the Spectrum
In the cup of the sky that poured by
The beauty of the Rainbow
I thank myself for
Every success in my life
A cup of Tea

VI

Every seconds of my life
Render tastes as the flavor with difference
From every sip that I enjoy
A cup of tea

In the teapot of the Blues
Full of clear water from the spring
Indigenously blended with
Nine sweet herbs and plants
From the Himalayan forests
And boiled with sugar
To the point in which the water vapors
My nostrils smell the sweet fragrances
From the Nature of the Earth
Unveiling every aspects of my life
To the eternity

To elude total bitterness from my life
My lady pours
The essences of herbs
As stimulant to my life
In
A cup of tea
Every sip rouses the potency in my life
A cup of tea

Viruses are on advance
From the black holes
The evil minds of devil personalities
More stronger and more tougher
More terrible and more destructive
Incurable and untouchable
By the strength set with me now

Tempting my mind
With the lively smiles of an young damsel
Or showing me the ‘ useful tools’ of every need
May enter the virus through my window
Swiftly as cool air
Into my room
Adheres in every nook and cranny
Of every page of my life,
Injects the slow poison
Into the arteries of my veins,
Spreads my whole body and
Decays my character slowly
In every aspects
With threats of massive destruction
To my assets that I’m proud of
Obstructing my living
In my own cyber world
I breathe
Every second of my life
Alert with

Scanning every page saved as files in my life
I unaware
Of some unknown and unseen viruses
That may damage absolutely
Unconsciously and unknowingly
Every happening I shared with
Every event I participated in
Every image I’d close ties with
Every word I created in my dictionary for
I’d be aware utterly
Window must be kept open
To peep inside every page of my life
My eyes widely opened
My ears powerful to hear
Even a low pitch of resonance
My nose powered by smell
To live myself a life of reality
Otherwise the unknown and unseen viruses
Intact inside the files
May damage all of my existence
As software and hardware that keep me alive
May compel me
To declare war against viruses
With a missile of anti-viruses on my shoulder
To save me, myself and my life
In the cyber space of my world

As the daylight sinks into the darkness of night
My Shadow, who’s after me since my birth and  
Keep its eye on me from morn till eve,
Fades away abruptly out of my sight and
Leaves me alone in solitude.
So much petrified I’m for
It’s my intimate companion
As the walking stick holds my hand
In the muddy way to my goal
And sustains me in every aspect
And in every facet of my life
When the sun lies in East and West,
This shadow of mine elongates to its full length
To authenticate its superiority higher than I’ve.
When the sun is just above me,
It sinks inside me to attribute as myself

I immensely search my own shadow
Everywhere and every nook
In the darkness of the night
My shadow, as if standing beside me,
Holds my hands tight and
Whispers gently in my ear
As the wind sweeping through the bamboo leaves-
I’m always with you in all surroundings
And live only at your sacrifice.
Only with some trepidation of unknown,
Both of us can’t sense each other
In the depth of darkness.

The sun’s rays fractured

reflecting thru’

the crystal white clouds

wandering beneath the blues

The quite and still shadow

detained thriving

in the mountain wall

revealed poem like

spike and spine of reality

the emotionless chasm

on the translucent ropes

hanging across the sky

tugged and pulled by wind

setting up a deceptive façade

of the stark dark night

over the cites, the forests

the oceans and the deserts

an appetite for lightning

strikes

lonesome

and forlorn hearts

shaping like

a huge wings of the scavenger/predater

stirring the air

of turmoil and turbulence

In the pages of poetry book

With the limbs sprouted

All at once in its body

Stand up steadfastly

In an unconscious state

And rambled out of my book

To the raucous world.

My poetry

Slapped me

With its strong palms  

Kneaded the clouds well

In the lightning speed

Moved to the Milky Way

Retrieved itself

The silvery brightness.

My poetry

Leapt over the light year

Instigated the main fraction

Of darkness outside the skies

Squeezed the stark darkness

To enhance itself

Dazzling and glittering

Like the wild cat’s eye

Never craved to breathe

Within the circle of limitation –

Choked

by the pile of the book

Deemed the book cover

As the window of the death

And the pile of the book

As the death chamber

The ink spilled by my pen

Kept away 

The living of my poetry

And left me behind –

Meandered the splendid and

Attained the higher position

Incredible and inconceivable

Than me

of your poetry

rouse me this much

like the chicken bone

stuck in my throat

neither could  I detached

by a bamboo toothpick

nor swallowed to digest.

Turning my sure efforts

futile and vain

an inapt phrase of words

feels me

irksome and infuriating

Like a pebble in my dinner.

As the retina eye of the camera

blinks,

my spirit reflects on

the small screen of film

set in the dark box -

my exact look alike

from which I turn out

my identity

as an incredible silhouette

postured

the wall of the world

appealing to all eyes

satisfied my arrogance.

That endurance of mine

in reality,

it’s my poetry

Salty sweats turn it wet

Sun makes it desiccated

Wrinkled the papers

Blurred the words

Floated my life

To expose itself

As the graphics

in that picture of mine.

Sometime, someday.

…………………………………

A wild dog

washed up on the shore;

looked like mauled

by the current of the river.

As the day passes by,

his twiggy body swelled

with his mouth wide.

Quite startled my eyes

beholding

a crab crawled out

of the dead dog’s mouth

To appease

the yearning hunger,

the wild dog

wandering in the shore

bewildered,

gulped down

the live poisonous crab.

My reflection on a lake

Floats the soothing ripples

Into my reflection

Even by the zephyr,

Also ripples into mine

In the reflection of my face

Fallen on the bottom

Of the sedate lake.

Below the lake on the bottom  

Traumatized by the shadow

Of the ripples smudge

The reflection of my face

Very like mine above the lake

Inside my reflected face is

Concealed the bottom

Of serene and tranquil lake.

The ripples that stirred

The surface of the lake

Also has my reflection

That reflects my being

Close enough to requite

Between my reflection.

At midnight,

In the lonely beach,

A man standing alone

Like a stone figure.

Beside him is a woman

Splashing

Like the water

Of the darkest ocean

He hold grasp of her hand

With a love that he deserve

Heavenly bodies

In the darkness of night

By twinkles of stars

Far in the sky

Reflects the rainbow

In the murky ocean water

With a sharp edge of

A knife in his hand

Circumcised her body apart

To see the iridescent colors

Bleeding from her

In the sepulcher I am

With no breathes

With no senses

With no vision

All blank like the blackboard

Wiped out by the brush.

Like the brilliantly washed shirt

Inside out, the woman dries

The window of her room

On the sunny side

The two arms of this shirt

Unfurls in the breeze to suck

The heat from the air

Her eyes beholding

Out of the window

Drinks as if intoxicated by the wine -

The world outside of her window.

By her beauty falling out of her window

Soaked the passerby -

Spoke their eyes in merry

Threw their soft smiles at her

As if responded by her

The poems from their minds spilled

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Her eyes without winking

Gaze intently till her eyes grasped

The infinity of silence

Out of her window

Her adoring eyes stalk

On the home coming of her beloved

With the arms of his shirt

Washed in the rain water with white ash 

Unfurled the shinning like the torch light

A pair of my old worn out shoe

discarded in the gutter

trailed by my passage to life,

never to saunter again

in the hectic street.

As my body rolled onto the gurney

to hurl me away

helpless and isolated

in the sepulcher

lingering for my funeral.

My gnarled toes and feet

tucked in my shoe,

by the burden of load

of my tenuous body

soaked in blood tickling sweats.

I reaped out of my whole life

completely rendered immobile,

as the lamp pole by the street

neither can I take my shoe off

nor can I ramble in the street.

My shoe that fitted my feet

sustained every walk of my life

in the bygone days

comfortably in the street

totally worn out by the epoch.

Alas!

The dusky shadows of the day

peeled the skin of my face

matured to an old age

                        analogous with my worn out shoe.

At coffee break expects me

My favourite coffee café

For A mug of Coffee

I’m inebriated.

To concoct a perfection of coffee

In A mug of Coffee

To get me and myself

Out of strain and tense

Originating from my day works

Refreshed myself for a while

Intoxicated me with heavenly pleasures

That cast off my fatigue mind

To divinity that stirred within me.

Indeed the lively spirit

Of my living mused

A Mug of Coffee.