Stopping by the woods! – From the Oeuvre- Dated:- 12.4.1999- 13.4.1999

Pictures taken during my “walkathon” from Gyalshing to Pelling/Pemayangtse to Sangatsholing.

The picture below is in the vicinity of the old palace. The old palace is the inspiration behind this poem.

A day comes.. which comes in life,

Once or more but not so often,

When the thirst of a man..

A man yearning for peace and solace,

Finds resort in the mystique…

Where the wings of freedom and joy leaps unbound,

Perspiring thoughts of Pride and Prejudice…

And chimney soots…

So did I feel when I trod past Pelling Woods!

“The land of hidden paradise”..they did say,

And unbelievably so,

So much explored yet so much to be!!

The trees of the deep have much to relate,

These silent spectators to the great happenings,

Of great kings, people and dynasties,

Of War and Peace…

And above all – Of love and lovers of late!

The once saddled roads- witnesses of the forgotten past,

Are still but an open book…

Shifting our thoughts down memory lane,

Now of unknown fame!!

The beats of beatles and the singing birds,

In the wrath of Autumn, with free falling leaves…

Echoing in tones unknown,

Add melodies exquisite for atmosphere requisite!

The ruins of the palace standing atop in free spirit,

Looks upon the hill…

The woods and the settlement below!

Now all alone against tides of fury and ice,

Whispers in pure delight…

Encroached upon are weeds, grasses, ferns and thorns,

Alone- Moaning calm and quiet…

A saga retold!!

Once gone through the phase,

A bliss of solitude is encarved,

Deep- Very Deep in the heart and soul,

Beckoning once and more,

And one can’t help but visit again….

THE GREAT PELLING WOODS!!!

I thought I had lost this poem and sadly, I knew only one stanza by heart. So, I used that verse in my short story “The Bet”.

In the story, for a realistic flavor, I have quoted that the stanza is from the poem “Impeccable” by a Nobel Laureate Peter Scotch.

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From “The Oeuvre”: Ink and Pennings- OCTAVE: “TO ATHENA OF NOW!!”: A poem I composed on 27th April 1999"

 

Meaning of an Octave:- octave n. 1 Mus. a interval between (and including) two notes, one having twice or half the frequency of vibration of the other. b eight notes occupying this interval. c each of the two notes at the extremes of this interval. 2 eight-line stanza. [Latin octavus eighth]

 

TO ATHENA OF NOW!!

There she stands,

So invincible-so colossal,

Fist clenched and will abyssmal,

Grandeur and Glamour,

Off and On the court,

Message of Youth and Vigour she totes!!

Thus does Miss. Hingis,

Bring Americans to Nemesis!!

This poem was dedicated to Martina Hingis, the lawn tennis player from Switzerland. She stood there alone and tall during the period when Americans dominated World Tennis.

The Oeuvre: Ink and Pennings: LIMERICK AND QUATRAIN: Poems composed on 27th April 1999"

 

limerick n. humorous five-line verse with a rhyme-scheme aabba. [origin uncertain]

quatrain n. four-line stanza. [French quatre four]

LIMERICK-“THE DU-ROSE”!

Dancing to the melody of the whispering zephyr,

In the vacuity of May Air,

With tears of heaven, rolling like pearls,

in sepals mackintosh,

Stands vacuously Red- THE SUMMER ROSE!

LIMERICK-“BLOOD-CUT”!

The knife brushed through the white skin,

The cut was deep,

The cut was mean.

And seconds later did it flood,

The dark crimson blood!

QUATRAIN-THE OFFICE MAN!

After a hard tough day at job(To aggrandize his boss),

He pulled his tie,

And gave a heavy sigh,

Crouched and slept off!!

The Oeuvre: Ink and Pennings: ON(E) YOUR WEDDING: Poem composed on 6th May 1999

 

I composed this poem on the auspicious occasion of my youngest aunt’s wedding. Then, I copied the same on a card and gave it to her.

This is your wedding ceremony,

A happy day- a great event for many.

Bonded by the nuptial knot,

That will hold ya’ll together throughout…

Yours is a great pair…Ganga and Junga!!

Made for each other indeed,

I am adamant of it!!

Surveying your amicable personality and lovable subtlety,

Here is me offering you love and prayers,

For the life you are to get,

And proudly say…

“Your marriage was life’s best step!!”

From the auricles and ventricles of my heart,

Sash

The Oeuvre: Ink and Pennings: PRIMA FACIE: Poem composed on 14th April 1999

 

I WONDER WHY....

I search for words,

To express myself,

And relieve my thoughts...

And encarve my leaping emotions in the form of verses,

Etched permanently in lifeless paper!

I WONDER WHY...

I fancy myself as a poet,

Whose pen speaks more than just Ink,

But speaks of rivers and woods,

Of valleys and dale,

Of dainty peaks and damsels,

And mere topographical features!

I WONDER WHY...

I search for the past,

Dig out the present,

And imagine the future,

Through the words I create...

For years to come…

Until someone tells me:-

"Farewell to thee, my fren…O poet so known, yet so unknown!!"

One of the happiest days in my life- The OEUVRE is back...!

œuvre  n. works of a creative artist regarded collectively. [French, = work, from Latin opera]

Yes!!! It is true…

I have been finally re-united with my poem book- THE OEUVRE that was supposedly “lost”! And it was like that old Bollyhood line “Kumbh Mela main Beechray Bhai” becoming a reality for me. I wrote the first poem for my Oeuvre on 31st November 1997 and today is May 25th, 2009. So, I am going 11+ years back into my late teen and early adulthood again today.

At this moment, I would like to thank these people(not necessarily in the order):-

Ruchi: For keeping the book at Garima’s place and informing me about it.

Garima: I owe you so much. Thanks for being so patient with my impatience, understanding how I felt about the poem book, informing your sister, reminding her and answering my calls.

Nidhi: Thanks for bringing the poem book from Gangtok to Bangalore.

Aunty: Thanks for keeping the book safely. Most importantly, thanks for letting me have my memories back.

Now, what next??

Those who have been following this blog know the reason why I started this blog. The headline for “Of Ink, Pennings and Pittoresco’s!” since 2004 was as below:

This blog would have never come out, given the fact that I LOST my entire collection of 26 poems composed during the period 1997-2000.

However, I managed to bury my sorrows and with the left-overs of my literary aspirations, I am waking up to a fresh dawn of cognition, sentience, consciousness, idea, and imagination.

I removed the above header recently after hearing that the book was still intact at Garima’s place.

I have now decided that in the days to come, I will publish one poem a day in this blog of mine for 28 days. :)

Last but not the least, for the curious, here are the first pictures from the poem book:-

The first poem: “Tale of a luvlorn” The date when the poem was composed: 31-11-1997

How to reach the Pinnacle of Sorrow?

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They said that things would change,

I argued, why would it? We will still be the same,

Unchanged in the very feelings that bonded us,

Blest with wishes and thoughts….

Oft I remember things of the glory past,

Giving the best shot to impress,

Some fallacy, some true and some simply best….

Did I lose the battle there? Did you?

Do you feel like leaving me then? Do you feel like leaving me now?

Life is a tweak, my friend, it is…Remember….

I can’t tell you my sorrow now, I can only show you my pride,

Some things of the past, haunts and thus remains,

I longed to do away with poems coz they say it makes you sad,

And sad in life is what I am,

With or without my poems!

Locked as a prisoner in a hermit shell,

I can barely breathe now,

Its choking the life out of me,

Be with me now……

[ I must stop right away….this poem has reach the pinnacle of sorrow!]