By: Ranjit K Sahu

Spring night on the terrace

A whisper, a whimper and a muted voice
Stretch into the prolonged hours on the terrace
The nuances of a mutiny evolve in the mind
The romances being the cause on the surface

Deep inside the turbulence of thoughts
A stealth current proceeds non stop
Filled with the fantasies a future
Laced with hopes and desires of a fop

The silence is deafening at times
In the quietude of city light
Diffusing away into the vast expanse
Under the cloaks of a darkening night

A shooting star leaves behind its blazing trail,
In the vast expanse of darkness fading into glory
There is a dearth of wishes in the vacant mind
A moment changing into prolonged memory

What may have it spoken and conveyed
If it could be heard and had a voice
Perhaps its notes would be music or a melancholy
Interwoven into the innermost noise

Song of the Rain

The winds can bring whips of the first scent
Of a season that shall soon descend
On a parched earth and a thirsty terrain
To tune in with their voices of ascent

The chorus of the clouds will matter
A surreal spill, a splash and a splatter
The thunder sets the mood and signals
The volley of raindrops scurry and scatter

Why does the Cuckoo coo amidst the green
It wants to be heard and yet not seen
Much like the murmurs of a dissuaded lover
Its notes float and convey more than they mean

A moment to spare in the season of rain
An hour of waiting and yet the wait remains
The water drenches and drips in drops
The pain within still suffocates and sustains 

The mockingbird

Spring is in the mood to warm up
And pass on the baton to summer
The heat in the air is getting intense
The water in the creek is getting warmer

The joy of fragrances is fading
Into the flavors of forest fruits
The party of blue jays has new members
That hop around and scoot

Hours of solitude are breaking into music
The emotions searching for newer avenues
These are the moments of creative crescendos
When thoughts remerge and ardor renews

The male mockingbird has persisted
Transforming into notes its loneliness and plight
Those echo across the vacant buildings
Throughout the day and into the night