Poems by Lily SWARN
WHEN A POET LOVES YOU
When a poet loves you
he immortalises you for posterity
His pen has bled his heart onto a virgin space
Sometimes a racking sob escapes the nib
Often a tearful shriek of protest reaches an ear
Words get wings of fire
They spout venomous volleys
Dragons and snakes creep out of the verses
A love sick poet has magical powers to beckon the moon and the stars
They jump to do his bidding
The breeze turns fragrant for him
Flowers lend their hues and charms
The Rose and jasmine know the poet by his first name
As they are often called upon to speak on his behalf !!
A writer erects a monument for his beloved
Not unlike the pristine moon soaked Taj Mahal
Each poem is a goddess incarnate
Each paragraph a temple
Caravan loads of readers will read the curves and nuances
Of the beloved
Artfully hidden in the myriad metaphors and besotted images
How can anyone ever forget you once a poet has loved you?
His verses will yell out loud and proclaim it to the world
No testimony will be required
One glance at the poem and the whole story will unfurl like a fluttering prayer flag in the distant Himalayas !
Copyright Lily Swarn 27.7.2016
PEOPLE GROW ON YOU
People grow on you
They grow like trees laden with cherry blossoms
bent double with the weight of their goodness
Attracting butterflies, hypnotic and magnetic!
They grow like Jack’s beanstalk
Strong and coiled
Protectively entwined around your phobias and fears
They make you reach up to the sky in a veritable fairy land
People also grow like the virus
Never ever leaving you
Immune to all antibiotics
becoming one with your life blood
Living off your breath
They might even grow
like your hair
but making you sad if you ever have to part with the dense locks cascading behind your back
Cocooning and sheltering you with their glimmering fall
Yes, people do grow on you !
Copyright lily Swarn 22.12.2015
Frosty fingers of frailties and foibles
Dipping deep into dusky dregs of distress
Frozen fronds of fallible fears
Ducking down into dim dazes of dreams !
Copyright Lily Swarn 28.12.2015
ET TU BRUTE?
Your silken web
my satin sobs
Your iridescent hues
My aching dreams
Your divine aura
My holy hopes
When did you
Decide to stab
The faith inside
My trusting heart ?
Copyright Lily SWARN 24.7.2016