On the gritty path
between nowhere and somewhere
and back again to nowhere
Buddha stood one-legged
Pinpricks and shingle
On the oblique crossroads
Where visible and invisible roads
Plummeted
Helmets and boots
Hands in white gloves, Buddha
Know-all of paths and tracks
Bequeaths no directions
The un-performing traffic cop
No colours to put on the palette
No notes to strike on the accordion;
Choices
Stretched between
logic and madness
When the mind is made up
Begins yet another journey
of torment
Gut wrenching pains in labour
Before the musical notes trigger
from the free metal reeds
folding bellows into silence
woolly cotton balls in thin air
Strokes of brush
On the blank canvas
Fill the void
With a rainbow that speaks
Of rain and sunshine
hand in hand
~ Sukrita Paul Kumar
New Delhi, India
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
Both poems have your inimitable signature Sukrita. Hearty congratulations!
very impressive.. rain and sunshine hand in hand.. will stay with me. Happy divali to Ma and you, the poetess of our time. zahir
Thank you Indu, thank you Zahir sab. It’s really nice to get some response to one’s writing. As you know, writing poetry is a lonely venture and any response is heart warming!