Poem 1: Nativity of an Era
She passed by the wintery, long, endless, hollow passage,
mastered its ice-sharp penetrating feel.
The incapacitating piercing ravaging through her bosom:
jaw-breaking, heart-wrenching, knee-cracking.
As ravaging as a boring stare,
almost labeling her as gone.
Beyond the endless horizon,
-bare was all there had been.
And beneath the stone-piled debris,
growth albeit slow, was.
Seemingly almost dead but sure alive.
Beneath deep waters, hope sang on…
enthralling chants of the impending,
well-hidden alteration of an era.
Silent whispers of irreversible metamorphosis;
The song title?
-invincible!
I hear a soft mumble announcing
the unexpected arrival of spring!
It is way too soon, isn’t it?
but it beckons with zeal all the more.
Flowers buddin’, colors poppin’.
Mesmerized, they all stop to stare.
No winter however spiking cold,
was sufficiently audacious
to chock her glam.
Behold the indisputable velvety and colorful pop!
The azure blue sky,
beautifully outlining the backdrop,
in an irresistible pleasant appeal.
And yet once again, the re-birth of an indomitable aura.
Spring time officially it is!
Asked her what it took to bud,
pushing beyond the hard-shelled surrounding
that had determinedly chocked the first sight of light.
Replied, ‘Issa process,
of dying first before blossoming’.
Oh, just remembered there was the pollination,
Breaking forth room for budding…
Showing the splendor of conspicuous ambience –
a kaleidoscope of twinkling colors and stars
marked with imperious breathing and graceful dancing.
And the hard-surrounding shell had to give way,
For nature’s way’s always unstoppable.
The palpably alluring scent of a full-blossomed flower,
permeates the entire passage.
The process of its budding in a one-time flashback,
resolutely endorsing the Nativity of an Era.
What a perpetual wonder to the vacillators!
Nativity reverberating beyond control:
Never again to be impeded,
Never again to be reversed,
Never again to be shuttered,
Never again to oscillate.
An odyssey stamped with delight,
illuminates infinite eons.
It’s the Nativity of an Era.
-Irene
(Written January 2020)
Poem 2: Adventure of the Impalpable Butterfly
Spreading of wings,
is all the language a butterfly ever speaks.
Flapping of wings,
is all the sound it ever emits.
And since scientists can’t tune into this realm
of comprehension of the butterfly’s evolution language,
they simply describe it as ‘metamorphosis.’
What a generalization of a concept!
But look:
There’s the pruning, purging and beautification;
processes that stand unique to each.
The result?
A captivating beauty of
distinct colors and patterns.
Surely, one butterfly’s evolution story,
ain’t similar to another’s.
Where did the scientist miss it?
In my silent moments,
wonder what a metamorphosed butterfly,
would say to a new kid on the block.
Probably, “how did yours go?”
A conversation reserved
only to those who’ve died.
And who death didn’t kill…
The unbowed!
You only die once, they so affirm;
don’t they?
The tangible reality in which one’s life manifests,
corresponds directly-
to the frequency and rhythm
that they tune into.
To the angle of their lenses…
And here’s my reality, different from yours.
Just as in the episode of
the finite scientist and
the metamorphosed butterfly,
Your reality is not mine.
Flap those wings,
Spread them wider
Ascend from the ground
Elevate to horizons endless and unknown,
beyond the vicinity of the wing-fractured.
Just as Colombus Christopher reiterates,
“You can never cross the ocean,
‘till you have courage to lose sight of the ocean’s shore.”
So, sing your song,
And color your world.
It’s February!
-Irene
(Written February 2020) – birthday month
Call me, ‘Hephzibah’ – His delight is in her
