TO BE LEFT ALONE WITH THE MIND
There is no death, dead by eternity
Living inside the mortal frame immortal
Puissant fingers skip letters to run with words
Spluttering all around; Races break into dances
These legs with wings and fins defying gravity
Or the currents with electricity playing around
The weightless arms, reach the sun unlike Icarus
Sisyphus’ relieved of the rewards of achievement
Soars with his rocks; No crowds are seen to pull down
And stab the Ceaser indulgent with Cleopatra
Depravity deified to ingenuous thought
Creates another planet of Life
Reclusion the new moon orbiting around
Shines without the fear of days or the month’s anonymity
Famous, all too famous the jactitations of the dark
Spill over and vaporize
Uneven breathings calm; claiming all poisons are pure……………..
THE OMNIFICENT
In my lopsided heart tilting to the left
The bells cannot chime
Sounds are ruffled, confused
Echoes masquerade as if escaping from the past
Pumping with dilated force the life in rhythms
Irregular; the beats dwell in disharmony
All vibrations must conform, confirms the doctor
Not the creator
His stethoscope studies the work happening under my rib-cage
Beautifully plastered with even skin
And fails
He does not understand that there are
Bells in my heart that also dance
Bend and rise up or go down
Whirl about and swing like a pendulum
Take steps to and fro, back and forth
From the past to leap into the future
He has not noticed the dawdle or
Swagger when drunk on present
The race against the past
For the unreachable future
He cannot foresee that the bells
Change positions too often
Or imagine that there may be
An abandoned temple covered by moss
And the overgrown veins stronger than
Of Banyan trees; self-indulgence of the profligate
Binding the bells in grips of repentance
Such that they can chime no more
If it were a ship swimming in my seas
Distant beyond the horizon where sounds
Cannot reach him, he will miss
The SOS under the noise of storms
He will not gather that the bells are sinking
The eternal calm of my bells gives him the
Hope that peace is what prevails after the war
His degrees on bits of paper cannot reach
Where I am meeting God, when the bells toll last.
Anshu Choudhry is a Master’s Degree holder in Mathematics and English and employed as an Officer with the Government of India . Academics and work, apart from life have inspired her to indulge in poetry to express the beautiful thoughts that visit her imagination, impromptu.
