The Sky At My Door- Way Poem by Dr subhendu kar

I look to the blue sky relaxing
Its sun fed morning and evening showers
Peppered face of rain and summer
With its folded breath in a horizon lamping
as if In deep forest, over the dark and red scars.

lest spotless death and life caresse each other
as extending its biting arms along in all apprehensions
the pavements dwellers stuck here and there all around.

All those draped across are almost dead to tunes
Of seas, mountain, meadows, earth spun smiles
The tunes of conifers soliloquy stands intoxicated
In white caped wilderness of the Himalayas or else where.

Or the galloping laughter on the beach in summer
Mutilated as if being caught in fisherman’s net
Appears rasping on the dunes in ruthless alienation
Against the time and tide of traveler`s monologue

The silhouetted voices of returning birds emaciatedly eluded
As if for a peace procession of hungers before the
Temples gate glaring foggy eyes of dusky sky
At my door- way when the sky is hiding in darkness.


Dr. subhendu kar