A SAGA

Her ethereal beauty, a parallel unseen
She was dressed in a leafy green.
With her smile bloomed a thousand flowers
Her scented breath every being overpowers.
Her flowing tresses mirrored the blue skies
Bringing forth a murmur of sighs.
So smitten was he by her beauty
He honoured their marriage as a solemn duty.

The early days were so full of care and love
It seemed like the gods were smiling from above.
He gave back as much, of the love he got.
Attentive to each other’s needs, rarely they fought.
She gave him fruit of her labour and quenched his thirst
And he made sure that what he took, he replenished first.
They showed and expressed their love in a thousand ways
But so short lived were those wonderful honeymoon days .

But soon a subtle change came about him
Becoming self-centred and he was moody on a whim.
He ravaged her heart and called it “mine”
He drew power from her tresses and thought himself Divine.
He destroyed her beautiful leafy green veil.
Leaving her protective blue, with a riddled trail.
To the very beauty that had enamoured him so
He now lay to waste every bit, blow by blow.

Her broken heart quaked in tremulous pain
Her anguished wails raised a tempest again.
The oceans rose with her tears of sadness
Saline rebellion at his unbelievable madness
Her once scented breath, now polluted and grey
Hung low and suffocating , taking his away !
Her veil now torn and cast asunder
Scorched his lands and him for his blunder .

To keep alive he wrestled in vain
Gasping for water and craving for grain.
What was once so green now lay all yellow
Stretches of barren arid and fallow.
Unmoved by him or even the bird or the bee
She turned a deaf ear to their impassioned plea.
Hell has no fury like a woman scorned
She raved and ranted while the whole world mourned.
If only he could assuage and cool her down
If only he could smooth the wrinkles of her frown.
If only he could undo the harm of before
If only he could her calm restore.
If only he could quieten her whimpers of gloom
If only he could prevent his own doom.
If only he could beloved Nature remind
If only he could be a genuine Man Kind.
If only he could ..
If only we could.....
If only we would .................



Its a long one I agree .... but so is our relationship with Nature/ Environment.
Let's find a way to get back our harmony.

The Raindrop.

A drop
Petered down to the sill .
I wondered if it would
The water table fill .

A drop
Pattered down the pane.
I wondered if it would
ease the farmer's barren pain.


A drop
Bubbled down to the Earth
I wondered if it would
Bloom a bud in joyful mirth.


A drop
Trickled over the water pipe
I wondered if it would
Wet the inside and our tears wipe .

A drop
Burst the bubble of comfort
I wondered if it would
Quench a parched throat that hurt.

A drop
Drizzled now and again
I wondered if it would
Finally be the Monsoon then ?


N.B.
A large part of India was declared drought stricken due to the delay of the Monsoons.
Grey rain bearing clouds would hang low over the city but would do no more than tease the parched hopeful throats dry from 40% water cuts and power shutdowns which were the order of the day .
These environmental changes have been put down to Global Warming and are said to be ominous indications of times to come.

Liberation.

On an impulse she had taken the bus.

And landed at the beach, after office, thus.

He was touring and in another city

But wasting a lovely evening would be such a pity.

She walked barefoot, her work shoes in hand

As a gentle breeze toyed with an errant strand.

The setting sun painted the skies with its glow

And she reviewed her life like a rerun show .

Sweet nothings, caresses and happy tears ...

Changed to angry words , distances and niggling fears.

She casually glanced at folks nursing their sun downer

When she suddenly spied her touring out-of-towner !!

As she watched them holding hands and passionately kissing

Her feet turned cold and her disbelieving heart went missing.

Sick and dizzy as Betrayal took her on a choppy ride

She returned to Calm with the incoming tide.

Her throat was dry and her eyes a tear stained red.

But an inexplicable lightness swirled in her head.

Despair and anger gave way to a new emotion.

Changing the situation from Betrayal to Liberation.

For Writer's Island Prompts : Impulse / Betrayal / Liberation.

16th May 2008.

Faithful.

Faithful.

I thought ...Man and wife

Swearing eternal love for Life.

But people do change their mind.

Often leaving spouse and promises behind.

Faithful.

I thought ... a loyal dog.

For an approving look so willing to slog.

But they age so much faster

Often leaving behind a sorrowing master.

Faithful.

I thought ..so hard and long

Spouse nor dog , both were wrong.

For faithful to his very end

Is for a man ...HIS OWN END !!!

For from the moment that he is born

It is to Death that he is sworn.

Despite Life’s roller coaster ride

Death is ever faithful and by his side.

An indulgent smile allowing him his breath

Completely loyal , an all-knowing Death.

Do read "Dream state ...and The Awakening" for my take on the WI prompt "Fantasy" / 09 May 2008

http://la-muse07.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream-state.html

WI Prompt / 09 May 2008 : "FAITHFUL"

A Tigress.

Her glinting eyes a cold and steely grey

Watched him as if he were helpless prey.

Fear ran rivulets on his furrowed brow

He knew he had to escape the situation somehow.

Then Jack was nimble and Jack was quick

And Jack knew this was his last possible trick .

Like a vision it dawned, with a blinding flash

He yanked the wire in a sudden dash .

A twirl a cut a split a splice ..and it seemed ready.

Though her eyes darted, the expectant smile was steady.

His fumbling fingers tripped over the keys

Shaking and shivering like his jellied knees.

With a hesitant spurt as it spluttered to life

She slid to position like, through butter, a hot knife.

As the ferocious roar turned into a delighted purr

He seemed relieved at the lack of flying fur .

As her exuberant fingers hit the keyboard again

He tiptoed backwards and out of her den.

Out in the open, he sagaciously nodded his head

And a knowing smile on his face then spread.

He urged his bike to a sputtered kick start

And zoomed out of there with a relieved heart.

For he knew ........

Prolonged absence from the net makes people strange

Some go wild or some even dangerously derange !!

Writer's Island Prompt / 02 May 2008 : "FEROCIOUS".

Size does matter.....

“Outrageous”, I had screamed in quiet fury

Surveying the clothes strewn around in a hurry.

There had been such anticipation and sense of excitement

And that alluring black bustier had been a definite enticement.

He had stood expectantly , hanging on to my every word

He tried to reason and his eyes even implored.

But I stood my ground and looked at him with scorn.

And that once caring man was now my enemy sworn.

Taking a deep breath, I held it in till it hurt ...

And continued to resolutely zip up the velvet skirt.

My fingers quivered and my hand , it shook

I steeled myself to put in all the effort it took .

His words came back to me and I almost died

I lost my composure, then broke down and cried.

Feeling all exhausted and tired and spent

My reckless rebellion I sincerely did repent.

Now sorrowfully I would ask him to take back

The skirt that I had picked up off the rack .

For the store hand had been right

That god damn skirt was definitely too tight !!

Writer's Island Prompt / 25th April 2008 :" Outrageous"

Never Ending Completion.

A n errant dog barks at the crescent moon.

A silent leaf to the ground does swoon.

Quiet are the dusty winding ways

Except for a hoot through the opaque haze.

A guard yawns loud and rather lazily .

While the drunk weaves about very crazily .

Silence sings the song of the cricket

Moonlight gleams on the leaves of the thicket

The twinkling stars blink away the night

And it is soon time for the first daylight .

The cloak of darkness parts for the nascent sun.

Heralding that the new day has just begun.

The cricket’s nightsong gives way to twitter

The wake- up call for every living critter .

As Day follows Night in eternal rotation

A diurnal cycle of never ending COMPLETION.

Writer's Island Prompt / 25 April 2008 :"COMPLETION"