A Birthday Reminiscent! ! ! ! - Poem by Seema joglekar
On a glorious night of winking stars, one spoke in the tongue of the spheres,
An entire year did play &run, in my veins Spring’s operas,
One of God’s good ones he plucked &sent-an angel in my path,
Tuned to the strumming orbs, the day of my birth.
The good Lord smiled and in torrents held his accord,
Words stretched nonplussed, lost their resolve, taut, almost unheard,
Like the shifting satin robes of the sun acquired a new meaning at each angle,
While a cataract found rhythm in the pounding of my heart,
satiated dropped into silence.
Silence echoed between us like the quiet of the canyons,
Solitude surveyed, despair fled, with it came the condors ease,
Through the green meadows, the forbearing hills pervaded its subtle pollen,
Germinating dreams sown, each seedling fresh in its protective reds in anticipation.
The glades, valley and lakes spoke more than what gestures could say,
In long strolls when an arm girdled me & my world in sway,
Through fresh baptisms of rustling leaves and star dust,
Trees stirred in suspense, wind whispered what we dared not.
Reveries wafted and shut the sea, in rose breaths &singing mermaids
With each look rainbows squirted in the rainless skies, time too turned her head,
Leap-frogged over walls of decorum & played knock- knock on the door,
Often reciprocated by seeing me home to tuck me in bed with lore.
When his hands clasped my fears, my life I could bargain, as my world spun,
Promises and vows I preserved, wrapped around my fingers, like his curls undone,
Like the first ray of the morn that rushes to caress the top of the trees
I wait each day, saving memories in peril on the sea, with a hush carried in the breeze.
Promises hurl like the dart of an apple, unwind a love knit in many a year,
Every morn brought a new risk, a new revelation, as I send to chase a joy and a cheer,
Till you may be stooped and grey-haired & me- hunch back of Notre dame
Anguish shall take a back seat and wonder who stopped the rain.
Here's to your health and bottomsup, more than the thirst & delight they stir up.
Let gather all the good angels who protect and we worship, here's the cake with a cherry dollop,
If a wish I could cast in a blinding spell, makes me now beg for a sequel.
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