A Glympse – Saroj K Padhi

all poets are my lovers [males /females] … they are not to be meagre seeds
but rather some spring sprouts clamouring their vines, to reach an endless end;
i have a need to hear not only his tickling ink voices, but also to chew the “unreal”, the intractable…
i need to be dragged to utterance… than into analysis;
i need to be bolted dazed into a paralytic plane…
when i meet a person, i ‘d catch his eyes… read what it says,
dissect its movements, imprison its thoughts, dig deeper into its structural despot_
thereby, my imagination starts to paint sculpt draw a discursive portrait!
 
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
 
Poet Saroj K Padhi, trotted cantered competed with the wind’s unrestrained velocity… he was the wings of this galloping power… in great disbelief he closed his eyes, “ where i am heading, I am uncertain!” he murmured.
 
 
O Lord,
i meet so many beauties,
many i admire
some i desire
but
O Lord, with them all… only one,
i love!
art piece & poetry:
 
Maelan Koia Sydney 2017
 
 
A Glympse” by Maelan Koia Sydney
AT THE LIDDER STREAM [original poem by Saroj K Padhi]
 
At Pahalgam you sat beside the Lidder river
throwing occasional pebbles into the stream
when rainbow trouts jumped to kiss the Sun;
their fins blazing
in the sizzling fire of your latest fantasies
about moments of intimacy in the cool breeze
under the newly procured pink Kashmir shawl
with red roses silently beaming all over,
as I lay on the flowery meadow of the shepherds’ valley
looking absentmindedly into the shifting wet clouds,
and at the snow-clad peaks assuming a golden hue,
our horses ran unbridled into the cup-shaped glacier
wherefrom trickles the liquid glory of the Paradise
whose roots stretch out
into infinite flows of life, love and devotion
shrouding the ice-stalagmite lingam at Amarnath,
that waxes and wanes with an intoxicating moon,
in a dark mystery across miles of an inhospitable terrain-
of uneven rocks, deep forests, dancing streams
thro’ which we had to travel
to reach this temporary state of a blissful dawn
to achieve which all through we strived;
and as we landed up on the grassy bed
of a remotest valley
where ice, water and vapours of clouds commingled
to give us that soulful love of a grassy lawn
where million rabbits of unpretentious love
jumped, hopped and played with lots of cool fun.
 
COPY RIGHT : @ SAROJ K. PADHI/ MAY, 2017
 
 
 
‘A Glympse’
 
when a poet writes, it is always addressed to someone; whatever subject his thoughts would gear to, such as anger love frustrations life peace, etcetera. etcetera…it is a dedication, an interlude of language, hinting a thing to someone about something, whether real or unreal, invented projected or imagined… while when a reader reads, whose fertile mind simultaneously trots canters jumps and gallops… miles ahead of each phrases read… he starts to create a video, patterned on his own set mind.
 
[Maelan Koia Sydney 2017]
 
 
“At Pahalgam you sat beside the Lidder river
throwing occasional pebbles into the stream
when rainbow trouts jumped to kiss the Sun;
their fins blazing
in the sizzling fire of your latest fantasies
about moments of intimacy in the cool breeze
under the newly procured pink Kashmir shawl
with red roses silently beaming all over,”
 
[Saroj K Padhi]
 
 
 
 
the amorous caresses the streams,
tickling the flow
Don Juan, the lover play his palm
on the soft tresses of his beloved;
his sizzling fire, his thoughts
rout like a rainbow
kissing the golden sun rays
trots gallops canters jumps
remembering
the flowered pink Kashmir shawl
 
[Maelan Koia Sydney 2017]
 
 
 
as I lay on the flowery meadow of the shepherds’ valley
looking absentmindedly into the shifting wet clouds,
and at the snow-clad peaks assuming a golden hue,
our horses ran unbridled into the cup-shaped glacier
wherefrom trickles the liquid glory of the Paradise
whose roots stretch out
into infinite flows of life, love and devotion
[Saroj K Padhi]
the amorous gift
the blending colours of rainbows
the culminated hugs with the golden rays
unbridled the galloping horses
gallop a galloping gallop
reaching following
the rainbows carve
the amorous shoulders
render a glorious hail
enveloping the beloved to paradise.
 
[Maelan Koia Sydney 2017]
 
 
 
shrouding the ice-stalagmite lingam at Amarnath,
that waxes and wanes with an intoxicating moon,
in a dark mystery across miles of an inhospitable terrain-
of uneven rocks, deep forests, dancing streams
thro’ which we had to travel.
 
[Saroj K Padhi]
 
 
yet our world our paradise
like the day and the night
like the sun and the moon
like the seasons of joy and sadness
we all have to pass that rugged terrains
we dance we sleep we eat
everything has its own moment.
 
[Maelan Koia Sydney 2017]
 
 
 
to reach this temporary state of a blissful dawn
to achieve which all through we strived;
and as we landed up on the grassy bed
of a remotest valley
where ice, water and vapours of clouds commingled
to give us that soulful love of a grassy lawn
where million rabbits of unpretentious love
jumped, hopped and played with lots of cool fun.
 
[Saroj K Padhi]
 
 
poetry as life and as love
comes beautiful when
the poet the writer
creates balance
the ice the water the cloud vapours
render the soulful love of grassy lawn
poetry with the powerful
sculpting of words
draws sighing accolade of parfum!
 
[Maelan Koia Sydney 2017]
 
 
 
DIDEROT: “Bring your lips to mine/ so that out of my mouth/ my soul may pass into yours” (Chanson dans le got de la romance)
 
End saturday 11:57pm 20 may 22017 . sydney nsw australia . ade caparas manilah
 

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