Poems by Bam Dev Sharma

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Poems by Bam Dev Sharma

 

THE DARK NIGHT EAVESDROPS

When the humming bees are gone
the forlorn daisy
is in fidget
and begins to coax
with balmy wind
bidding :
“Do not be so indifferent to me!”

The wintry night
sprawls
from the high hills
with glistening snow
to envelop
parched grass
sprinkling
passionate love.

The glaring moon
splashes
tender light
over the luscious meadows
invigorated by fireflies
prancing
in brimful gambol
marinading
love with ecstasy
to pierce through
penitent soul.

The dark night
eavesdrops
gentle caress
in deep slumber
passing from
one heart to the other !

COPY RIGHTS BY
BAM DEV SHARMA
11, JANUARY 2016

 

PROFOUND SILENCE

Standing on the sandy dunes
we think of making castle
using
the bricks of our ego
putting
the cement of
envy and jealousy
carving
the pictures of indifference
filling
the stones of personal glory.

We want to make it
as high as tall tower
for us to see
the world down
composed in self gloat
using telescope personal
reasonings .

We wish to climb
as high as
the Greek hero
who desired
to touch the sun
with waxed wings.

Unwarry of mystical drama of life
we are bleamished in personal complacence
but the castle shakes
and we cry
when it begins
to crumble
and walls and columns fall
to thud on the ground
in the din of dilapidated derbies.

Then we are clasped
by pensive message of life and sigh in despair :
“Climbing is just vicarious dream .”
to become
numb rock of silence.

Soon we understand the sermon
that life has taught
and love to disappear
in the sands
seeking
for profound silence!

Copyrights By
Bam Dev Sharma

 

TINY GRAINS

Spangled grass
and bemused sky
exchange affection
and darting moths
fly to share
innocent dreams
floating across
blushing horizons.

But we are desperate
in worldy gambit
to change dreams
for carnal gluttony!

How nice it would be
if we were to farm
dreams
to be scattered
on the grounds
for the birds to nibble
like tiny grains!

Copyrights by
Bam Dev Sharma
8Janaury,2016

 

AS BLANK SHEETS

Some innocent words
Seem to be fleeting
Across the sky
We try to entrap them
With our ruse
To crouch
Into a blank sheet
To be perplexed metaphors
Or whimsical paradox.

When they think of flying
As wonton as butterfly
We ask them to be somber
As our loin clothes.

When they wish to whisper
We stare at them
To pose silence
For our ease .

But words are wishes
To be imprisoned
Into tiny cells
As they want to fly
To soar in the blue wave .

So they fly
We watch them
As blank sheets
Meandering through clouds!

Copyrights By
Bam Dev Sharma
Jan 6, 2017

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