Brood Bypassed By........... Poem by Narayanan Ramakrishnan

Brood abound in heart for the soul departed,
Enroute, sitting by the window and so seated,
Ruminating of the joys and pains we shared,
Throat chocked and heart heavy, I endured.

Many sights in that cold morning, escaped me,
The lovely landscapes offerred nothing to me,
The chirping birds and crying infants annoyed me,
But a beauty, who sat face to face, swept me.

Brood had vanished and more so, banished;
I just watched and observed the beauty she unleashed,
All wrapped in a saree pink,
Wheatish skin, black hair waving in the wind,
Looked like a cascade, dangling down to her waist,
Eyebrows, trimmed, darkened, a maroon 'bindhi' in between,
Eyes too black, nose so sharp and on her
Philtrum, thin layer of hair, added her grace,
And the rosy thin lips topped a black mole, more, so cute.
Her neck adorned a necklace that plussed her lustre.
I ogled at her obvious ventrals upto her waist
Which looked like 'roti dough' with all its glaze;
Her naval, well exposed by the breeze, a deep whirlpool
That one may be tempted to take it for the ultimate;
Of all those, concealed, my perversion, ran riot.

I just closed my eyes; like a cow, to chew the cud.
The bus came to a screeching halt.
Unaware, the change in scene, opened my eyes
To find a oldie of generations back, seated there.

The power of beauty is great, indeed.
That can vanish the brood like magic wand.
But death is one thing we cannot so no to;
Life with all its complexities, moves, on and on.