Bharat Trivedi

Oh Mother -
you’re Lord’s loving labour!
With gratitude,
I bow at your lotus feet
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On a full-moon night,
Taj bathes bare
with immortal grace
in the cool serene waters
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Fragrant footsteps of your heartbeats
paced to-and-fro on my heart’s red carpet,
while the phantom of your reminiscences haunted me
all night long!
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A wonderful warm feeling
and all the senses reeling,
with nostalgia in my heart
I walk down the memory lane,
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I am pregnant with a pink petite Poem
pulsating in my mind’s womb.
After months of creepy cramps,
countless kicks and
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When
the glorious golden orb sinks in the torrents
and flowing moon shines like a silver plaque,
When zephyr plays with your lustrous locks
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Before I say Goodbye,
let us walk bare-feet on the silky shores,
and collect handful of sandy spiral seashells.
Let’s gather the sea in our palm-cups,
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Somewhere,
Sun wakes up from his cat-curled sleep
unfolding itself into innumerable golden rays
like an orange lotus with zillion petals.
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Cold-bloodedly,
I poison my precious poem
with the tip of my quivering quill
to quench the venomous quest
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Will your promise
to meet me some day be fulfilled?
before my eyelids droop in eternal sleep and infinite peace!
but better hurry up,
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At twilight
in the infinite parameters of horizon,
snoring sun sleeps
under the blanket of dusk
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I gaze
at myself in the mirror
of your gazelle eyes -
the windows to your
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Crawling towards a distant delusion,
I reach the illusionary lush green oasis,
where the cool blue waters offer me their luscious lips
to quench my insatiable thirst of centuries.
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Angry gusty winds blow away
the sand-castle, I had once built
with sea-shells of love
and conches of care!
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When your thoughts glide like a stately swan
in the lake of my emerald memories,
every day, my eyes laced with
silken sleep and chiselled marble dreams
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Distinctly,
I see in my mind’s eye –
that (in) auspicious day of my life,
when we were bound in flowery matrimonial bonds.
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Evening raises the curtain
from the waning horizon,
dusk tip-toes on the moss of darkness
casting solitary shadows
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Blushing red roses grin at me like shy tribal girls,
smothering me with their sweet intoxicating fragrance
While I gaze at the voluptuous curves
of the virgin-white clouds
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Sometimes
in distant foreign lands, when
pangs of loneliness caress me with the forgotten love
and eerie solitude smothers me with gloomy affection
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When we met,
Fate,
the compassionate compass
brought us so close to each other,
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