OFF HAPPINESS 2020

OFF HAPPINESS 2020

              – Kiran Joshi

Frozen eyes, dejected hearts
Ceased walks, startled arches
Once liberated, restrained again
No bully master ,still refrained.
Neither H-bomb nor a weapon,
Alas! Still hard to confess…
What obstinate acts, stripped
2020 off happiness?

One step out, it grapples your breath
Two steps out,
your darlings are trapped
Few more steps and
your area is nabbed.
Corona rules out,
you behind the doors
Dull roofs, stodgy floors.
Alas! Yet hard to guess. ..
What hidden obscure mess…
Stripped 2020 ,off happiness?

Casting penumbra like witch’s tress
Assembly made curse, isolation a bless.
The aches here,
Refuse to pause
Misery, torment smeared claws.
Amphan painted Elegiac Black Sky
Locusts gave the funeral cry.
Half-year elapsed,
Half yet to pass
Absurd appear days, life mere farce.
Alas! Still hard to confess…
What obstinate acts, stripped
2020 off happiness?

THE LOST VILLAGE

POEM – THE LOST VILLAGE
By – KIRAN JOSHI

Intone the song you sang years ago…
Bless back the beauty lost years ago…
Years ago I fell into slumber,
Years ago with each dying number.
Ow! I, a lone, remote, abandoned village
Wrapped up in severe sickening damage
Strange now appear these twisted winding lane
Alone here I am pulling through…
this needle -sharp pain.
No warm gatherings, no more play,
With large trunks people walked away,
Some alone, other with families
Aiming towards their destined cities.
Soon, the green turned barren,
Musical chirping saddened,
The weed land broadened,
The cattles were orphaned.
Barren begged for golden – harvest
Traditional muse came to rest.
Bring back my monsoon rain,
Bring back my season chain.
The world is dying, you in the queue,
Cities fascinate no more, that’s now true,
Running for life, there I see you…
Safest in the nest, from where you flew…
You need me again, you need my embrace,
I am your village and here’s your place.
I see the trunks coming back ,
I hear the musical chirping back,
Feel safe, my lap welcomes you…
Feel safe, for I embrace you…
Your roots are here, wherever you go,
Your soul is here, wherever you go.
Intone the song you sang years ago…
Bless back the beauty lost years ago…

BRIGHT MORROW

Bright Morrow

Destined to travel a world unknown,
the path unseen, dark and lone,
close your eyes and dare step anew,
fear not,for Almighty holds you.

Tell your story to the Moon,
and the Stars will witness your gloom,
the Wind be the prayer carrier in sorrow,
and the Sun will bless you a bright morrow.

New day, new fence, you embrace and venture,
up and down the life’s lane, rejoicing it’s culture,
you will stumble and bumble, but must not stop,
Father will hold you, pull you to the top.

The Moon, the Stars, the Wind and the Sun,
are guiding light and not mere manifestation,
look up, they ingest sorrow and bless your smile,
they company you all the way in life’s asile. - Kiran Joshi