SRIJAN 2002-2003(1st Edition)

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Amidst inclement winds, the flinty plateau
Hath taken the deadly gloomy hue.
Yet, budded with flowers; and dew,
There, but beneath the lovely blue
Of heaven; had lived lovelier mortal races.
Where fleeting time engraved their faces,
With al' the tears hidden n' not shed by them.
Living like savages were they, when
The dark slyly eclipsed the pulchritude
Of their mind, so to leave them dumb n' mute.
To relish lurid sparkles of stolid iniquity
And oblivious to the God, to his divinity,
From all their lore had they seceded,
That the marl herself wept, waned n' writhed.
Pallid, grisly, foggy; such the hills, the rivers,
That then art estivated in churlish summers.
Races of men rejoiced bestial company still,
And to their own soliloquies turned deaf till
Fluttering butterflies, man could find so dull,
On lilies, roses n' tulips would they ne'er cull,
In better eons had he built lamp-towers a few,
Canaries of hope n' peace o'er which ever flew,
Torches these should remain, man so wished!.
Lo! Lights of lurch they too, but extinguished.
Of icy august mountains, angelic whites faded,
And were they with murky tints as if braided.
The blazing sun simmered and so did the moon,
And soaring tides usurped the strands so soon,
To avouch, had not as if the dread culminated,
With loud levins, the firmament fulminated,
"Fuddled with nescience have now ye become,
Thy paeans or prayers should I why welcome?
Deprived thee be of senses, tastes and artifices,
Far n' faint like stars be thy all loved wishes."
Men - old and young, had void and somnolent
Minds; afraid of quietus, some turned violent,
Some while bowed to brazenly feel tyranny
Of compatriots of their own; many a many,
Yes! Many a many drops of blood, to quench
Their urge, falling on hands that rose to clench
Could fill myriad sanguine pails but as in vain,
Had so little a mercy and so much a disdain.
Evil! 0 evil, the earth was, and its realm,
Enclosed in paroxysm of affright and qualm.
Soul of man stood naked sans imagination, ,
Unable to recreate., it longed for exhilaration.
None else did he implore but God when at rim,
And groveled weepingly for granting him,
For lamps of faith, the power to relume,
In nature and natural, the sanity to resume.
"The dusk of ignorance did lead thy son,
To nights of vehemence, blood and arson.
Numb and torpid had really I become."
But mute was God. Then there was a hum.
N' was seen, His nimbus but at long last,
"Frightful was it, thou should forget the past.
Calm! Sure of blood will vanish all the rills,
Will glimmering waters o'erspread these gills.
Aflutter doves n' pigeons will whisk al' o'er,
N' on lovely daises will soon butterflies hover.
Let I know first but before all your wishes."
Man meanwhile grappled like netted-fishes
Pleading with tied hands and so was he seen,
"0 lord! 0 sovereign! 0 power! 0 supreme!,
Ah! My tears, my sighs need you, my balm,
On my blank mind may you put your palm,
To impart it, the power and instinct of design,
To fill it, with ideas and expressions of mine.
May fairies of faculties of brushes and pens,
Dwell in jeweled sands and tranquil glens."
The air was felt still but dumb n' serene,
How can be He still mum or mean!
Emerged fairies then but, soon through flashes,
Oh! How can He be silent on son's wishes!
Swans all, too, flew o'er brooks of ingenuity,
Pouring rains replenished pails of morality.
Fear of Him and fear to nothing,
Pathos for poor and sense of giving,
All such did keep the fraternal state.
For the plenitude of love and void of hate
Had made eternal all the moments of mirth,
Times were they when thus had taken birth
On earth, the glittering, beaming SRIJAN
Such the power of thought and creation.
(Kumar Vijay
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