Thursday, June 23, 2011

Lonely Beach

Gushing waves breaking in raves,
Glistening sands wet in my hands.
I rove there lonesome to find peace,
Thoughts come and go only to fleece.

The gentle sea rolling by,
Plying with my eyes not so dry.
The expanse of nature for my soul to pry,
Patting my heart it’s manly enough to cry.

Stood lone on that lonely beach,
God sermonizing me to preach.
What to grasp what knowledge to seed,
When she slithered by dressed in peach.

Mind stilled and the body filled,
Suddenly the despondency was entirely killed.
Innocently she walked to a crooked smile,
Her response made all the effort worth while.

I kicked the ruinous sand castle to ground,
With my feet beach I was ready to pound.
I cleaned the empty scribble on the sand,
Started playing a tune of my lost band.

On that lonely beach the music flew,
With each beat she came to me anew.
Disproportionately the magic grew,
As amongst clouds together we flew.

But as the day to close drew,
She smiled like a seductress true.
"You will be always in my heart,
So never fret when I depart."

Yes on that lonely beach,
My sanity has been breached.
Waiting since eons for her to reach,
Where she left me so cheap.

Note: This is one of the rare poems by MS Jaswal that has  a soft romantic hue to it and conveys a special depth in connection with both time and space.

A lovely poem, the imagery is vivid and emotions very raw.

A lonely man left lonely on a lonely beach after a brief touch of some special woman. He is still waiting but I wonder if she will get back keeping in mind that eons have passed since she is gone. Also, if she wanted to be with him, why did she leave him in the first place?

Whatever, his sanity has been breached, so even if she should chance to get back will he recognize her? Perhaps he was destined to be alone.

This poem brings out a sad, lamentable condition, a strong love and an adamant hope which lingers on.

The Infallible Man

For the last battle he dressed up with élan,
Resolute, he stood fighting for his clan.
Facing mortal odds lesser men ran,
Tall, stood alone an intrepid man.

The battle from heavens and hell raged,
With steely resolve a lone battle he waged.
Demons at his defiance were furiously enraged,
He fell with shorn limbs, he was caged.

To be a cruel prisoner of his lowly fate,
He resolved never to berate.
He rose, in shadow of his lover’s gentle prod,
And to the invocations of his Gods.

To be a minion was not his true heart,
Ape invincibility was his life’s part.
Bravely he chartered a pure path,
To rise from ashes, an infallible man’s new start.

Note: Another poem by MS Jaswal. The soldier in him says, "To be a man amongst men, one has to fight his demons with centrality of purpose so that his pure sheen is visible for ohers to ape."

The Hunter True

I spied on a tigress in her full hue,
Innocently she bathed in morn dew.
I the hunter true, my drool to kill grew,
Fascinated I wanted her to be my brew.

The chase was on in God's full view,
Quarter none given as the battle drew.
Gnashes, cuts, gnaws were not few,
Vigor to kill manifested always anew.

In the deep jungles we did prance,
Hunter and hunted alike, did dance.
Transfixed in our own deadly trance,
The emotions were smooched without a glance.

With steady hands I aligned the gun,
At her heart magnified by the bright sun.
The shot by true, had to be true,
The bullet lodged in her soul which none knew.

In my stately hall her carcass was displayed,
Under her, in whiskey daze I proudly swayed.
Her dead eyes spoke to me and said,
"Hunter your life I have spared!"

"I admired your manly charm,
How on earth could my love I harm?"
My mangled shadows did instantly die,
I, the Evil sinner and Goddess dead on wall to pry.

Note: The duel between good and evil has many connotations..This poem is dedicated to Jim Corbet the famous hunter of tigers across the Himalayas by MS Jaswal.