Rape of a flower

(dedicated to rape victims)


My fragrance had no parallel
beauty sublime

 petals  soft and shy
and colorful than the most beautiful butterfly

other flowers also were around
no one matched my youth on that ground
darling I was of all
Young, old, big or small.

Drones and bees tried their best
To come near, taste my honey
but failed the test
I had a prince  in my heart
 who would complete
my incomplete part

Then an ugly hand hovered on
Plucked me apart with one stroke
I could not even cry and moan

An ugly iron pin tore into me
Muted I cried
but no one could see

Hung together with some flowers above the land
They called it an honour garland
I was hung on the man's stage
Where music happened
And dramas were played

I bled and struggled for breath
They whistled and clapped


much before their show was over
I bled and  dried up there, dead , ugly
a victim of the mighty and their greed

with not a single drop left
To bleed…..



(by jupinderjit)

Roots

ROOTS

Jupinderjit singh

we swayed in the same winds
soaked the same sun
drenched under the same rains
and provided nests to loved ones
life and joy developed in and around us
we accepted our fate without a fuss
cruel nature destined our misery
put us so close yet so far
grew together and yet apart

we can look,
we can smile
we can talk
we can touch
albeit occasionally with an extended arm

you can’t move an inch
and nor can I
you long for a hug
that you admit would be too brave
and your sweet embrace is all that I crave

we stand there waiting for centuries
for the Earth to move, the skies to open
and the Apocalypse to strike once and for all
so that in each other’s lap we can fall

we curse nature
and call the creator brute
till He sends a gush of stream
and expose the union of our roots
there, below the surface
was the dance of love
our meeting and mating
I breathed in you
and you in me
and that is how it had to be
Love that the world had forbidden
flourished underneath
secret and hidden

Nature in its kindness
quietly connected our roots
And from the union
a new sapling of love did sprout….

Do you miss.....

jupinderjit singh

I asked the mighty Sun
O' strongest of all
giver of life and ever shining bright
what is the value of your light
he scoffed, turned red and then smiled
I am light and the Light is me,
that is what I know and that is what it has to be.

I then asked the Moon
O' lover of night
what is that makes you swoon
it is me and my moonlight
I exist for her and she for me
for I am dead, without her
even for a moment slight

I asked the shy crimson rose
O' beautiful of all , pleasure to eye, fragrance to nose
what is that you fear most to lose?

Neither my color, nor my hue
or the silky feel and the sweet glue
It is the aroma and the fragrance
yes, that is my being and my life's essence

I stood before the river
O' greatest sculptor
the eternal giver
without what shall you cease to flow
It is neither the rain or the snow
or the life developing in me in all joy and glow
it is each drop of my being
including the pure morning dew
that forms me up
even if few and slow

and you the recipient of my eternal kiss
You tell me I don't miss!!
You - the light of the sun and the moon
You - for which the river flows
and the rose blooms
think I don't bother and miss
for, akin the sun, moon , rose and the river
every moment I live for you
that simply stating, is,
my existence and my bliss
and still, you ask me whether I miss...
.....

When I see you.....

jupinderjit singh

When I see you walking down the road
a smile comes to me that is most broad
I thank Him for giving me the eye sight
to behold such marvelous creation of His delight

and a tear too wells up
for, my inability to sculpt
the contours and the curves
the shin and the chin
the thighs and the face held so high
but I could just sigh
that God didn't make me a sculptor
to show you yourself - His best marvel
in the most superbly carved marble;

or, I wish I were a painter
to put on canvass somehow
a dash of heavenly color
of your radiance and glow
and draw and shape
those peaks behind the silky drape
and the luscious curvaceous lips
the oceans of rose honey
And you don't let a single drop dip

I feel sad and sigh
that I am not a painter to paint god's own child
and receive few of those drops as a generous tip;

When I hear you speak
I wish I was the greatest musician ever
to compose the finest tune and song
ever made to express
the music that develops
when the wind moves at your sight
And moan in pure virgin delight
at it's luck to touch you and caress;

And the universe would have echoed that song of love
and showered petals and nectar
to come down with torrents of rain
and quench the parched lips
of the earth, trees and the dove;

When I feel your soft flesh
and tender soul
I wish I were the magician of words
to weave out from the sky
dancing lyrics to explain why
you were the purest and loveliest of all
and yet the most humble and shy
Or juggle out
a play of words in such poetic art
the genre, the rhyme, the depth, the flow in one person's voice
as it comes in such voice and rhythm from your heart;

But Alas! I am none of those
to sculpt or paint or to compose
the sheer presence before me
of God's own child
her heavy breaths, soft moans,
crimson cheeks and eyes shining bright
but I do bow at His generous delight
in letting an unworthy commoner have your glimpse and a small peep
before I close my eyes and pass peacefully in eternal sleep.

...

Moles

by Jupinderjit Singh

Moments after he left,
She looked in the mirror,
the eyes cudn't meet,

She looked away

at the Creases on the bed
And a smile came on her being

The wetness , the softness
But were just few moles
On their individual greatness....

Ripples

by Jupinderjit Singh

Ripples, ripples and some more ripples
flood my heart
at the misty lake of love
a waiting blue bird and a shivering dove
stand Close yet afar
enjoying the love's pain
in the sharp breeze and under drops of rain
warmth
of a bonfire on the distant lonely island
and
of the hot dark chocolate in the veins
the mystic behind the smoke
with fiery eyes and flowing mane
looked up at the god's own jane
first ripple shored up at her sight
second at her starry eyes shining bright
the third at her smile
and many followed
each more pure and sans any guile.

TWO MARBLES

Two white marbles
Two little marvels
Lay huddled on the bed
Still and quiet
You move and they roll
You play and they jingle
Touch and they mingle
Two white marbles
Two little marvels
Shining the face
Happy in their own little space
Slippery in nature
Fragile in stature
Musical fondle
Joy to caress
Two white marbles
Two little marvels
Lay still and quiet
Reflective and bright
to rise and live at
The first chance
Of breaking into
The love dance
The union may be far and slow
But they would twinkle today tomorrow and forever in the love's after glow.

(by Jupinderjit Singh)

Torn Words

The wheat crop in its fancy
The half bloomed mustard
And some foot marks on the wet sand
Crossing paths at a small puddle
Where lay the torn words
Of love
The very hands which weaved them together
Cut them into pieces
And threw them on the stagnant water:
To seep into the sand
To be part of the land
Where love grew
And stayed..

(Jupinderjit Singh)

Touch

by Jupinderjit Singh

Through the dangerous ravine,
And the crocodile filled river
And past the snakes in the valley
She comes
Ducking from the prying eyes
And the unknown dangers of the dark
To climb past the chilly mountain
And meet her beloved

Braving all the perils,
Conquering her fear,
And Unfazed all the way

But she trembles!!!!!
She trembles!?!?
just at my touch!!!!!

(by jupinder)

warmth

by Jupinderjit Singh


On the soft, cold pillow

Lay the simmering warmth

of her memories.

Diversion

by Jupinderjit Singh

They came on me - a rugged part of earth-
and cleaned,
removed the weeds and pebbles,
few stones and thorns and
levelled the potholes.

The quickly smoothened me was their diversion path
till the repaved the original and left

and weeds and thorns grew again.

I, a rugged part of earth.

(Jupinderjit Singh)

silent conversations

by jupinderjit singh

I often see,
with open and closed eyes,
the walks we had,
hand in hand,
on the crunchy bed of pine needles,
in the cosy wilderness of woods,
and I still hear,
the echo of our
silent conversations
(photo by Abhishek Vasudev)

HER OWN ......... by jupinderjit singh

-


She lived !

only to die,
another day

In someone else’s arms
And alien tears on her cold cheeks

tears, that were , may be, of someone
“truly and only” her own

of those, who thought

She was, “theirs”,
“Only”, theirs

But, she had survived
That day, that moment

Her hand
Dozens of sleeping pills

That were
Grabbed and thrown away

By the one, who was
Truly and only, her own
--

Bleeding climbers...by jupinderjit singh

The climber in the pot
scales the wire mesh

One square at a time
And spread its arms

Entwined to
the cold rusty iron

Sprouting a flower here
And there, as it heads towards the top

Cruel hands, pull away the pot
tendrils bleed
And the shrub is lost.

this was what destiny had bound
climbers growing in pots
cant have roots in the ground.

O My Yellow Rose

by Mohit Khanna

O my yellow rose, O the tender one.

I want to caress you, hold you, kiss you, feel your bloom.

I want to smell you, shake the due drops.

I am scared; the process might hurt you, or else I might lose you.

So I prefer to look at you.

But my looks make you shy,

I don't know how hard I try, the stare, the ogle or the platonic eye .

some how all makes you dry.

I skip a sigh and start questioning my soul.

Pin my vain and the blood starts to pour.

You soak all of it with cherished smile

Bloom again and tilt a side.

I put my hand and you kneel on it

Ignoring the world and its rite

You give me love, I long for it.

(Mohit Khanna is a Ludhiana based Journalist with The Tribune.)

Beggar of Love........

By Jupinderjit Singh

maundering here and there
I knock this and that door
In search of something missing

Some just did not open
Nor answered
Some opened; abused
And threw me out

Some listened with sympathy
but gave me little

A few called me in;
And provided with everything I sought for

But the stay inside was always temporary

For I had to come out again
In quest of Bliss

my own bliss

White Canvas

By Ms Karan

Sitting in the corner n Watching the Life playing with colors,

A canvas was Sad being White.

A wish to be like a rainbow or roaming like a Buterfly,

always left her Quite.

One day sitting n cursing herself,a Ray of light from Heaven strike her.

That left with all her desire come true.

Chanting with the Wind,

Blooming n Dabbling with the Daffodills,

As if The most beautiful in this Universe.

As she opened the eyes,a Huge Ghastly face was standing next,

Torn the Brush n Splash the Colors on ground.

Took her along and gifted to his House,

Hanging on the Big wall,ever the best Carved for her.

Fresh Fragnance of Buds,Yellow Flushes from the corner,

Enhances the Beauty,As if every Entity is her Slave

But still she is Weeping.

Looking for her Beloved Master,

The Brush with Colors that Enlightened her Soul.

Yearning to realisation

By Mohit Khanna

I'm lonely life less with no desire to live and no courage to die,
With no one to cherish, with no one to cry,
With no one to vouch for with on one to fight,
With no one to hold my hand, with no one to guide.

My arms yearn to hold her tight.
My mind thinks of her, my eyes sees her everywhere yet searches for her.
I long for her , as this is my purpose.
I question the purpose but lose the thoughts.

I'm dozed deep in the drug of love
Nether I have mercy nor I have the faith
Neither I have the lust nor I have the greed
I am suffering coz I let her go as if she was not mine
I pity the moment, I curse my soul.
I yell at the skies and start wailing on the floor.
I have realized what is love,
Come to me once I will never let you go

(Mohit Khanna is Ludhiana based journalist with The Tribune. He has ventured in poetic world only recently)

shared breaths

Jupinderjit Singh

I still cherish,
those breaths,
that we breathed ;

when there was
no space for any
air
between us.

Teddy

Jupinderjit Singh

when you brought me home,
you called me teddy, my teddy
you played,
you kissed
and hugged
and my warmth lulled you to sleep.

until, someone brought you another toy
saying it was for Life Time joy.

you kept me away,
with others,
in the corner of that glass closet of your room,
And I sat there ; life-less
wishfully thinking….
I may be resting, forever, in a chamber of your heart.