FLOWERS PRAYER
A flower bent in prayer
Drifting on a moonbeam
Parades of paradigms
Deep inside a morphic dream
Soporific signs.
Devotion in worships
People, pieces, places
Something that is mine
And the different faces
Part of the design.
Bordering as a warden
Glitches in the garden
A flower bent in prayer
Can I beg for pardon
There’s magic in the air.
Across the horizon flow
The colours of the rainbow
The truth inside its eyes
I can hear the grass grow
And birds’ far-off cries.
White fogs on ransom
Flying in the fathoms
clouds and ultra-light
My love, can you imagine
The cool drips of delight.
Petals folding as one
Settling on the morning sun
A jewel set in the sea
Knowing that we are one
When our minds are free.
Leaves and stems woven
Flowing robes and ribbons
Streams of scented light
Love now freely given
Plumes of pure delight.
Fragrance and mist mingles
Pause and smell the roses
Sigh and cry in bliss
Spring’s breath discloses
On a beautiful day like this.
© Jyotirmaya Thakur.
PLACES
Days when my mind sways
And times I’d best forget
Places I’ve left traces
And some I’ve not seen yet
Past the panacea
The universal cure
Soldiers sent to satisfy
What’s left to procure?
In the dumps, across the bumps
And up and down the hills
The destiny of the dooms
Behind the bloody kills
Measure of the treasure
Is looking for the best
Where’s the satisfaction
What is the burning test ?
Now the cost of what is lost
And fears of the arrears
What started in happiness
Has now turned to tears
I watch and wait, and when it’s late
I mix my regrets with fears
And then I wait for the dawn to yawn
When the sun’s first rays hope dares.
On such days I feel better
As the best is yet to come
Waiting there in the fresh air
To finally succumb
I sit back and surrender
And join the busy crowd
Good, better, best they call
And shout the words out loud.
© Jyotirmaya Thakur
WANDERED AWAY
The world we live in now
It looks like we are always at war
With natural resources for sheer colossal power of their staggering stupidity
Forests depleted for concrete alternative
Sea floor dug for gas or food killing life
Our destinies now controlled by people who’ve squandered everything around
The ground that millenia of human civilization offered them as gift
This “average person” could care less about them
They spit on Nature every single day
They spit on human history itself
They’re unworthy of the inheritance they were left
Without any senses to erupt
In volcanic emissions
Lava flows, and heaven knows,
If holy hell and mackerel
Where did those people go
Now we are here by ourself
For love or pity, I don’t know
I’ve walked this track, then wandered back
And since have sampled more
In the middle of nowhere
The same pain as before
Desolate, depressed and lonely
Since the ship went down
Clinging to the wreckage
Thinking we might all drown.
@Jyotirmaya Thakur
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jyotirmaya Thakur born in India, is a retired teacher, bilingual author of around fifty books in five genres with many waiting to be published ,translated into over 43 languages and is a co-author in many International Anthologies. Her poems , stories , articles and research papers have been widely published and translated in many languages in highly acclaimed journals and reputed magazines. Jyotirmaya Thakur is an illustrious author and poet, Peace Ambassador and a veteran academic. A voice to adhere to in our tumultuous times. Her academic experience and intellect combine to make her books a very useful companion to anyone seeking a path in a maze of confusion.
She believes that literature and poetry are essential to human life as a means of expressing emotions, providing a link with intelligent culture, and serving as a vessel of revolt against mainstream society for marginalized groups. She emphasizes that poets and writers have a responsibility to give hope in a world marked by wars, poverty, and the absence of empathy.
