Deos Et Ipsi Observabant Eum

Deos Et Ipsi Observabant Eum

(The Gods Were Watching It)

While with tragic tears you were stacked,

And the earth, pitch black and dark,

Conquered your strength, dreams destitute.

Made you a whore.

Deos et ipsi observabant eum.

When to the dark gray beasts' fancies,

Struck you a rod in and out,

For that certain quiver in their loins.

You were helpless, and

Deos et ipsi observabant eum.

While by incense traders gluttoned,

In gold and silver the blossom traded,

Mere to be shredded into bits,

Neither of a wreath, nor of some devotion...

Deos et ipsi observabant eum.

And when the lassies, who to feed,

Brought along a sack of gold for a measure of wheat,

Among the fattened bulls and bears,

And when the butterfly broke her wings,

Deos et ipsi observabant eum.

With the gusty wind, the heaven trembled,

Some souls lamenting her saddened fate suicide,

No matter if some ewe cry for help aloud,

When beastly brutes six devour her,

Deos et ipsi observabant eum.

Deos et ipsi observabant eum,

The Gods were watching it they say,

No matter how, where, and what you are,

The Gods will always watch.

The Gods can't do anything else.

                                          G.K

Wail Of Woods And The Waters

Wail Of Woods And The Waters

Don't you hear,
The Wailing echos,
Of the woods and the waters,
From heavens above, hell below,
And the frozen earth,
That 's in between?

Sandwiched by greed and gold,
Sharpening their vicious fangs every passing day.
Can't you hear,
The plight of the dirty moon,
Bloody with innocent sacrifices?

But inside their icy crags,
A demon huge and mighty lies,
The eternal demon:
Among the morning coffee cups,
The marshmallows and the buns,
Hides himself in the shadows,
Yours and Mine.

Damned yet boasting profound,
Of his legions strong and endless,
Fed on evil, every soul consumed.

Can't you hear,
The wailing plight,
Of the woods and the waters,
And of the frozen earth.

                                  G.K

My Unsaid feelings

My Unsaid feelings

Beloved, oh! How can I ever let you know,

Of the nectarine desires which lie deep in my mind;

Those wreaths of thoughts sweet, for you I ponder by,

And to your heart the fetters unseen, my heart does bind.

Sudden you came unannounced, with the breeze mellow,

Brightening my soul, which till darkness gloomed;

In pure delight, capered I merrily merrily,

As in the season of spring, the many blossoms bloomed.

A thing of beauty*, holy father's masterpiece,

My lovely maiden, so fair and calm yet so gay;

Healthy shades vivid, and of a varying hue,

Of lilies, lilacs, lupins and lotuses, the summer may.

And yes, your eyes eclipses the whole of your sex,

That eyes of doe, ever drunk yet meek and kind;

Unknown of my feelings are your flirting smiles,

Alas! O' fate, what world for me have you designed.

For you, I loved with that love so divine,

But sure I lament that you will never know;

Let it be concealed, forever and for eternity,

Since my love, you will never fathom, and I never show.

And from these dumb silent eyes of mine,

Came rolling down my cheeks, a few briny drops;

Catch a sight of them if you can, are tears,

If not, let it forever and ever remain water drops.

                                                                G.K

The Dialogue

The Dialogue

Come out of your woe,
And amble as all men do.
With pride,
Challenge.

Misfortunes strike once again,
Despair becomes a need,
For survival.
Hopelessness buried deep down my poor heart,
anguish prevailing.
Yes,
Come out of your woe,
These sounds/ words heard far away,
Like a whisper.
Futile words, needless to consider,
My mind tells me,
Dejected as always.
My tears as offerings,
Given to you.

Oft in your fantasy, you dreams chase,
Oft in your shackled slumber,
The rainbow vivid shines bright hued.
Come out of your slumber,
Come make your dreams come true Antigone.
Fly with me high above.
Maybe some immortal Zeus did conspire,
For your woes that ages witness;
Why you? Ever asked why?
Why shed your pearls prized,
For the follies of others and your vice.

                                         
                                              G.K & Vidoushi Ramjheetun

A Rose With A Sigh.

A Rose With A Sigh

( On the pathetic situation of Manipur)

Music! The string of life,

Melody, the doleful sister twin;

Pulsate the vibrating turmoil,

Fill my cup of joy with tears. ( Or vice versa)

Oh! Trailing moods in ecstasy,

In the meadow of wild frenzy;

Counting the colours of the rainbow forever,

Flaming hearts in distant calls.

A rose with a wailing night,

Fragrance in the icy beads;

Trodden in frozen pavements,

A winter's tale, that is music.

In your birth,

A music was heard;

In my death...........

....... a poem is born.

                                          G.K