Treasure Island

R.K Das

(22, january / INDIA)


Bound by earth and sky
The particles of darkness
Of my existence
Got crystallized into
Fertile dew-drops.

The thin clouds
Of scattered dew-drops
In the womb of an
Unfathomable vacuum
Assembled in ones and twos
Over my semi-bald head,
Promising a heavy downpour
On the pale leaves of grass at my feet,
During an autumnal twilight.

I was really amused to perceive
How those mere dew-drops
Could regenerate
So much greenery
Here, there, everywhere
And even on my bald- head.

At a distant horizon
On the dark boughs
Of a parched gulmohar tree
Red petals appeared
And singing birds perched
And surprisingly I could hold
The fragrance of thin hairs
Grown around her nape
With a solid passion,
Singing nursery-rhymes
To utmost perfection.

In the empty corridors of my ribs
Broken desires and disabled opportunities
Raised their wrinkled scalps
For a few drops of dew.

I really marvelled
At the sight of those dew-drops
Of such multiple colours
Creating a cascading effect
In their beauty and significance
Which I adored
And many a time imbibed.

But, alas! I didn’t know
Such ethereal dew-drops
Could feel so insecure
Merely at the sight
Of a pregnant eastern sky.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

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  • Yasmeen Khan (5/9/2013 2:33:00 AM)

    Mother Nature has always been a great inspiration for all masters of poesy and this also seems the case with you. This is a beautiful nature poem penned nicely. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (2/20/2013 12:56:00 AM)

    The dew drops are immortalized by a gifted poet's heightened imagination, though' threatened by a pregnant eastern sky'! (Report) Reply

  • Stevie Taite (10/18/2012 6:46:00 AM)

    Ah, dew drops, so gently and refreshing. So delicate and self adhering, as cold sky meets warmer earth. It is like the vast heavens whispering their wisdom to life on Earth and reminding us how small we are and that we are born from them. Let them softly rejuvenate you, drink them in, then head inside, and sit out the storm. Then when the storm is over, walk over to the distant horizon, understand, best you can, listen to the bird singing, and move on. x (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (5/12/2012 11:45:00 PM)

    The central metaphor the drops of dew is an emblem of regeneration, I think.Nice write! (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (12/20/2011 10:27:00 PM)

    o God...i'm speechless...your poem is the combination of amazing picturesque quality and an open invitation to visualize the scene depicted wedded with the standard words and strain of thought......lovely! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Aparna Sinha (11/16/2011 3:53:00 AM)

    Its a lovely poem, I loved the beauty of the words used I loved the hint of humor in poem that romanced with nature. It has all the element which make a typical 'R.K Das' poem- A beautiful poem which ends in wisdom! (Report) Reply

  • Kaila George (10/19/2011 6:02:00 PM)

    Wow...the wording of your peoms so true and real...that is brillant depiction of generation of new life...brillant. (Report) Reply

  • teal Sky (10/4/2011 8:07:00 AM)

    nature depiction was palatable.imagination of the dew drops perched upon green-satin grass makes me fell good.nice work, nature is adorable, so is your poem. (Report) Reply

  • Soulful Heart (10/3/2011 4:26:00 AM)

    essence of life.........thats what dew drops are............we ourselves are dew drops in this mortal world......nice write (Report) Reply

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