20.3 C
Srinagar
Tuesday, June 23, 2026

Musical Trills: Collection Of Poems  

Must read

  1. Trembling Time

Trembling Time

Opened up his doors

And I sashayed into his all encompassing embrace

 

A few windows were ajar in his castle

Enough to show me a kaleidoscopic flashback

Of my dreamy yesteryears

A gleeful childhood

A blundering youth

 

A roughly knotted bundle of memories

Perched delicately

On his washerwoman’s head

 

Time never stopped beckoning

With his hoary locks

And mysterious promises of future

Unchartered pathways

Kept flashing their charms

 

I let him seduce me

For I was always up for adventure!

 

  1. Hopeless Love

 

Holding on to the last vestiges of respect

She traversed the long lonely corridors of longing

The curse morphed into

Billowing smoky clouds of ominous fog

Misting her eyes with unpredictable showers

The embrace that healed was not hers

You can’t snatch from destiny

No neither necklaces nor arms

She gulped back the perennial lump

And heard the same songs for the nth time

The ones he sent her on sound waves of hopeless love

 

  1. Only in my Head

 

When I keep your innermost feelings

Wrapped in the soft white muslin of my memory

Safe from the thunder and lightning of a heartless world

When you hesitantly revealed what had made you cry

On an ebony night as you watched a heart breaking film

Yes! The only time that you did as a grown man

The things that draw out your ire and angst

From beneath the rumpled wool of your warm pheran

Then I silently pray for the kohl hued clouds to part above your head

To let the cerise tulips energise your disgruntled garden

My conversation with you is only in my head

Aa I temper the curry with fragrant cumin and asafoetida

The sizzle from the wok shakes my reverie

As I hum an old dust smothered melody

Bikhra ke zulfein chaman mein na jaana

Ke sharma na jaayein phoolon ke saaye

 

  1. Bewildered Arms

The sunlight bled into the darkness painfully

Streaking it with passionate pink, plum purple and perky peach

 

Delicate blooms of promises slipped out of his mouth in scented splendour

A glimmering pebble of hope ignited in her gloomy heart

 

Bayonets of doubt had often lacerated her indomitable will

Her eyes were fireflies today

Playing hide and seek with the gossiping branches

 

Dawn softly kissed the blushing horizons

Nuzzling the necks of rosy sun-rays

 

She turned towards him slowly And peacefully moved on to another realm

Breathing her last in his bewildered arms

  

  1. Things I never want to do

Never

I never want to let the juiciest mango of the season slip from my greedy grasp

Or gag my uproarious laughter with an artificial modicum of propriety

Just as I never want to let a paedophile escape without stringent punishment

Or a body shaming human walk away with his hurtful jibes

 

I never want to drink a cool tumbler of water

Without wishing for safe drinking water for every human

It’s sad to see ladies walk in the scalding summer sun

With matkas stacked on their delicate heads

 

I never want to imprison birds in cages by clipping their wings

Imagine if someone kept us like that!

Or watch women being physically abused without a murmur

I will not condone the forceful

Mutilation of women’s bodily parts for any reason whatsoever

 

I never want to ride a giant Ferris Wheel even if I’m lured with riches

I never want to sign on for dare devilry stunts and challenges

For I’m happy to be alive and kicking

 

I never want to say no to a genuine friend when they need me

For I know they’d do the same for me

And while I’m being honest , I might as well say

I never want to lose faith in the mysterious mechanisms of this universe .

 

  1. A July Thunderstorm

There is a web of unspoken words

Meticulously woven into the warp and weft

Of silences that hang like rain laden monsoon clouds

Ominously greyish ebony

The colour of my grandma’s surma antimony

 

There is a July thunderstorm lying in ambush

In the corners of my searching eyes

The horizon is taunting me with flaming gashes

Your presence permeates the weeping   springs in the hills

Which become muddy and angry in the plains

 

The earth caves in

A ravine yawns in scorn

Thatched roofs fly off

I know you are there

Mingled in my soggy being

 

Lily Swarn, International Beat Poet Laureate for India in 2023-2024 and recipient of Caesar Vallejo Award for literary excellence by UHE, is an internationally acclaimed, multilingual poet, novelist, essayist, columnist, gold medalist, university colour holder, radio show host, and Peace and Humanity ambassador. She and has over 70 international and national awards including the Chandigarh Sahitya Akademi award. Her poetry is translated into 21 languages. She can be reached at su*******@***il.com

 

More articles

LEAVE A REPLY

Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here

Latest article