serendipity

serendipity

those words hurled at me

get into my skin, I bleed and bleed

I too hurt you back with savage words

with such a murderous rage

I want to walk away from you

I want you to leave me

but when it comes to the crunch

my heart sinks

and hold you to me tight

the anger, the rage, the hot words-

all these become meaningless

"in no time our love fight

ends up in love bites"

@gautamitripathy28102018

bring in the conches

 bring in the conches

I have come for you

to watch over you

and hold you to my chest

you will be my child forever

I let you play in the mud

I let you play with trees

you can hold my hand

you can call out to me

you can embrace me

I am the outer manifestation of you

I am the innermost desire too

I can walk you to the fire and back

you too are the Goddess,

you are me

you have the strength in your weakness

"I have come riding the lion,

the Goddess mother, to be with you"

@gautamitripathy09102018

into deep dark woods

 

into deep dark woods

the light won't dispel the

darkness within

they will only enhance it

I can hear the drums

playing some distance away

and my heart beats in unison

one day I fly to the sky

next day I fall flat on my face

counting each particle of the earth

I keep looking at the ghostly trees

listen to the ghoulish sound

which reflects the state of my mind

keep your cool, keep your cool.

I tell myself all the time

but hell burns in my head

"blow away the dark night,

walk into the sunshine,

is but a lip service"

@gautamitripathy25102018

18Mamta Jain, Raka Bhattacharjee and 16 others

spacing oneself

spacing oneself

a word,

a mere word whispering-

the window is open-

password to the world outside.

you may want to stay inside,

but let the wind touch you--

one day soon

your soul will thank you for it...

©gautamitripathy15012021

*And Then The Cookie Crumbled"

 *And Then The Cookie Crumbled"

I hold a cup of tea, a book of poems

and a plate of cookies

ginger cookies, garnished with sugar,

which I love so much

out of the patio window

the moon beckons to me

today it is a broken one, the moon with a sharp edge

will it cut into me, I ponder, and my cookie crumbles

slowly I drink my tea,

my elixir of life, or is it?

I don't seek immortality, nor an epitaph

I only wish to be known for my love of tea, poetry and ginger cookies

"don't forget to play the Eagles

and Guns and Roses when you burn me"

©gautamitripathy25042021

spring is bliss or is it?

spring is bliss or is it?

the silence of winter is gone

the birds are chirping under the sun,

happily picking their food-

a grain, a bud or an insect

chill in the air is a thing of the past-

warmth permeates everywhere

deep darkness has gone to sleep

when sunlight peeps from the sky

the clouds shine like a resplendent bride

a bit shy, but radiantly happy

spring is hope, joyous, and bliss

the path is straight and clear

filled with laughter of nature

"Man-made blast shreds blood,

bones and concrete,

shattering the peace"

©gautamitripathy20032021

bliss

*what is bliss*

a cup of tea,

and a ginger cookie,

the savouring, lingering taste.

cuddled with you

with a poetry book...

far away sounds via bay window,

a short break from the mundane.

cool breeze moves around the wispy hairs.

this is utter bliss

in this early morning

"and then the heat of April

will hit hard,

baking us both

to crispy brown"

©gautamitripathy02042021

*Call of the Wolves"

 

*Call of the Wolves"

in that ghostly night

shadows haunted the pavements..

sudden chill felt by all

heart rending cry

grisly, maddening,

shook the core

footsteps fell away

but the blight highlighted

unknown fear

that twisting rope

was the sole witness

to the heavy weight of the man

when the gut wrenched out..

the truth of his innocence came open...

now the whole town is facing the consequences,

while the wolves are crying

"sanity is a thing from the past,

no one has a clue,

what to do"

@gautamitripathy02022021

famished

famished

I have walked miles

meandering the narrow lanes

my feet are dust laden

my head is buzzing confusingly

what am I seeking, I don't know

what seeks me, I don't know

I finally end up in a deserted street

see a lone building in the vicinity

an eatery, it seems, like in the olden times

with smoke coming out of a chimney

hunger pangs hit me hard

I wish for the oily fried food

entering, I sit in a corner,

and order oil laden stuff

"hope they deliver it before I drop dead"

@gautamitripathy27102018

holding me to your heart

 

holding me to your heart

did you ever pause as where you were heading?

I, in my cossetted world,

lived in my books

and the words I penned down randomly into poetry

out of nowhere, you came

and hit me in my heart

my mind stopped thinking

letting my heart take over for the first time

without any concrete plans we ended up together

do I have any regrets?

yes, I have. massive ones.

why it all happened so fast?

why didn't I get time to pause?

I deserved so much more-

why did I meet you so late in life?

why did you not seek me before?

what took you so long?

why did you make me wait?

I am reflected by you

and you are reflected by me

"I should have bought that huge chair

but at that time

I didn't know you are going to be part of my life"

@gautami.tripathy23102018