Calling wildly out;
The long Sun on Summer day;
an urban myna.
30/04/2020
-jay
Bhopal: The Brimming Heart of India
Here’s my hand
I know the way
After all, it is my homeland
With many a curves in history it has fret
With many a caves, lakes and forests King Bhoj has set
Brimming with snapshot heavens
A fairy foreland.
Bhopal, known as the city of lakes
The brimming beating heart of Madhya Pradesh
The heart of Heart of India.
Sail with me on a little boat
Watch the Moon rise silently over the Upper Lake
and play hide and seek with the clouds
as we do some powwow,
about the facts and folklore
about the curves, some sharp and some only apparitions
in the long history.
King Bhoj build Bhopal in 11th Century
along with the Upper lake, the oldest human-made lake in India
upon which our boat babbles on this silent night
There’s an old wives’ tale
That the king constructed this lake to cure himself
of a skin disease.
From our vantage point in this little boat
you can see the cable bridge in the east
Its sparkling neon cables
Casting a reflection
In the rippling dark water of the lake
Across the bridge, the upper lake
Or the Bhojtal, named after the King
gives away to the Lower Lake
Together known as Bhoj Wetlands
Many are the lakes, here in Bhopal
Criss crossing the city
like blood veins in the human body.
In the west stands a 32-feet huge statue
Raja Bhoj standing triumphantly over a pedestal
with a sword, overseeing the Bhojtal.
Hold on tight now, my dear
In the history of Bhopal, there came a jarring curve, shocking the whole world. Misery and death poisoned the blood veins of the city in December 1984. A gas leak incident killing people by the tens of thousands at the night of 2-3 December 1984. A city build and lived-in by Kings and Queens for thousands of years fell into ruins and became a ghost town. Most of the people left Bhopal and those who stayed, they inhaled the dangerous air and lived in an eerie atmosphere and when they lay in their beds on those winter nights they believed every dog in Bhopal was barking at the moon, they listened to it, to the ghosts roaming in the streets of Bhopal and they prayed.
The world has moved on since then, sorrow and terror of 1984 have just become ghosts of the past.
On this lake I once witnessed the most beautiful sunset of my life. It was from this very splendid spot itself, from where right now we are gazing at the radiant Moon hanging in the night sky filled with stars and its silver shadow shimmering in the black rippling water of the lake.
Setting Sun was
Sinking behind the black hills
into the golden lake
Painting the sky with burning colors
yellow and orange
Before it could paint the sky red
the golden lake washed it away at the horizon
Candy colored in the afterglow of sunset.
© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
For dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/28/take-me-with-you/ Host: Lillian
in response to following prompt
“The TITLE of your poem should be a place: a city, a site, a place you’ve been. The title should be like a pin on a map….telling us where we’ll be traveling to. The POEM ITSELF should take us there. A travelogue of sorts. Imagery, description. Help us take a “vacation” with your words.
Little Birdies learning to fly and preventing themselves from becoming cat food by practicing at our home. * facepalm * They’re all over the place.
Slowly waking up
Just to slip into a dream
Worse than the nightmare
– © dixitmrityunjay, 2019. September heart-to-hearts.
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Sign
I crept in my room to cry in the shade as the daylight faded away. As the day approached dusk my room started to flood, from the house’s west window; late afternoon sunlight made its way. I pulled both the blinds to keep the flood of sunshine at bay. Just then a harsh wind blew, the blinds swayed and there was a flock of blackbirds perched at my windowsill; wings black, eyes grey. The flock of blackbirds cawed their arrival like the harbinger of doom itself as the dusk deepened towards dark, it was time to pay for the mistakes I had made. I walked to the roof, where I had laid many nights and watched the stars, the blackbirds followed me.
waiting for a sign
six blackbirds sit on the roof
where I used to lay
they form a circle
I glance up before I leap
last stars I see tonight
© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
Also linked to dVerse where Mish is hosting OpenLinkNight.
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Broken Chords
On a very silent hot summer night
You were a howl of cold wind passing by
Carrying a musky scent of the rain
I was a key that could use a little tuning
It’s been a while since I’ve felt worthwhile
Like the Moon turned away from sunlight
I ease the pain by playing on the wild side
Running astray towards the purpose of my life
Broken chords breaking silence of the night
Different keys ringing at their own time
Ringing rain breaking silence of the night
Different drops falling at their own time
Now I can see the moon shining in the rain
I don’t feel the need to ease the pain
Broken chords gently weeping in the night
Making moonlight waltz in the sky
Broken chords breaking silence of the night
Different keys ringing at their own time
© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
For Open Link Night on dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com Host: kim
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