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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Baul Song for Helen





















Baul Song for Helen



When the evening’s dreams turned into blood

and revealed the wounds on Nero’s flute,

she undressed her soul to the winds

and set the sky ablaze with her anklets.



Night crept in through the sleeve of war

the tower of skies burnt in blue,

a thousand blades scarred the moon

and drenched the song with her purple tears.



I have smelt the glass sweat in her navel

surging with phantom prophecies;

singing Cohen in summer twilight,

awaiting a salt apocalypse.



The joker points at the ship in the painting,

drowning beneath the burning skies;

The Goddess of War in her nuclear cockpit,

flying a fighter plane above the red Ganges.



Then they saw Helen,

softly perched in her chariot of songs,

as she flew past the Kolkata sky

smoking Nazi cigarettes.



18 comments:

Poet in flames said...

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We will add u as a co-author if u r interested.

Deeptesh

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Wow, wow,wow. This is fantastic. Where have you been. I just loved it. What wonderful imagery and your site is great. I want to read more......


Melanie

deepteshpoetry said...

thanks a lot.Haven't been blogging for sometime now.Glad that u liked it!

Shomyo said...

the imagery comes across profoundly and is definitely praiseworthy.would also like to read more of thematic content other than those you usual delve into, laced with subtlety.

Poet in flames said...

Thanks a lot.Will try.Have a farewell poem for you all tomorrow.

ishani said...

excellent as usual. dont know about baul, but certainly has a folk element to it. great work.

Poet in flames said...

Tried to bring about a marriage between two distinct cultures here.Seeing the West through eyes of the East.

SandyCarlson said...

Wow. The ending took me by surprise. What comes of our dreams and legends and reality....

Marja said...

Great poem Lots of rich imagery

Poet in flames said...

thanks a lot really.

Saima Afreen said...

Brilliant as usual... Sudden change in imageries are suggestive of how thoughts metamorphose into words quaint and sublime... Good to see you back in form... That ghost pic at the top of your blog is scary though ...

Poet in flames said...

thanks a lot.glad u liked it.

diptanjan said...

Baul song for Helen is great....i read it twice....great!!

Shahwar Kibria said...

"nazi cigarettes"

intriguing!

deepteshpoetry said...

@ Shahwar di

Holocaust grin.

floreta said...

your poetry always sounds so romantic to me. great stuff.

flaubert said...

Very beautifulQ
Pamela

Marinela Reka said...

Beautiful poem, lots of imagery. Loved it :)