Saturday, March 29, 2025

Ranjit K. Sahu

 

Ranjit K. Sahu,  a resident of Charlottesville, Virginia, USA is a  poet, short story writer, visual artist and  a freelance columnist. His language of expression is mainly English and Odia with a few poems published in Hindi. His themes for poetry mostly include nature and human elements. His english literary pursuits include poems and an attempt to develop a new format of poetry combining the elements of Sonnet and acrostic. He has a few books of poetry published in English, Odia and Hindi. He has interest in photography with some of his photographs displayed in local exhibitions. The present set of poems deals with romance.


Silence

The hours of silence are the testimony

To a relationship’s endurance

Where less spoken is more conveyed

The interludes are the assurance


You could relate and regale

Or detach and contemplate

Verbal communication is not quintessential

Intimacy has many templates


Let the hours pass away

In the soft glow of the fire place

And the chilled winter keep cooling

The night with its embrace


The spring is the desire

That would fill the imaginations

And cement this piece of silence

During these individual deliberations


Fleeting emotions

I can say not to what maybe your wish

I can guess not your intent.

The body seeks your proximity 

Your touch, your skin and your scent.


When you glance at me

With a smile shivering in your lips

It creates a sting in my heart

Into emotions my heart beat slips


It is fleeting moments that bring

A spark that grows into a fire

The fire  outlines contours of a dream

And he dream hardens into  the desire!


Concealed

Sometimes when loneliness envelopes me

And around me spins a cocoon 

Vanishing my identity for the world

In the warmth of the isolation

I seek your proximity alone. 


Wishing that time would stand still till eternity

 The souls may have bonded over ages

And across miles of geography

but the breathing has to mingle

In a mortally defined  world


To make love a living experience

How short the duration is 

Or however soft the intimacy is

Dreams galore inside this encasement

And I weather the winter months


Dreaming of validated intimacy

In a temporally designed spring

A spring that would still make real

The emergence from the cocoon

And solidify the wet dreams of winter.

Sunset by the sea

 Fathomless is the silver ocean at twilight

Having streaks of gold foaming and kissing the shore

Yet some evenings when the sky is not busy

Blowing the clouds erratically all over

The golden rays drench the sands

They bombard the beach with an agonizing thirst.


 The sea is no source of a solution

For a mortal man thirsty for love

At best it is just a reflection 

Of his own intrinsic identity instead.

Of bringing with pangs of  passion

Yet seeking an  out pour from others


To live in illusions of having quenched 

The thirst of the body and mind 

To have satiated the thirst of existence

To have conquered the fears and the desires

Is but the glossy of the red and blue hours

The truth  stares intensely, intimidating thereafter


Footprints on the beach


The wrinkles of the wavering sea

Conceal the faith of the waves.

Their aspirations and anticipations

Like those of love sick lovers

Whose footprints abound in the sands. 


Foot prints that walk to an abrupt end

Never to retrace the path taken

The pangs of love inside releases as sprays

Just like the waves do hitting he rocks

In a futile final  attempt to embrace the desires


Then it is all over in a wink

The love and the wave 

Both vanish forever in the sands of time

Accusations can abound

But I am bound by irresistible ebullience.


To try and trace a path to you

Even  it means my end

The end of the traces

The end of the spaces

The end of everything that is me or mine!


Bon Voyage

Float away among the waves,

When the sunset bathes them in gold,

The birds shall return back to nest

As the garments of night unfold.


There shall be no one maybe

And the seagulls will speak out to you

The churning water behind the yacht

Shall play with the sunshine too


There is joy and there is delight

In a life that is far from the shore

Among nature and her songs

The soul grows peaceful more and more


Look not to see who is with you

Or who has been standing beside

I shall be there in every venture 

In every sail as the winds ride


Passions prevail primarily 

When the reality extinguishes desires

And soliloquy surrounds the self

The body just waits and respires


Year round romance

Let me pick some stars and hide them

Beneath your eyelids that you can dream

On rainy nights when overcast clouds,

Will hide those from you vision


Let me paint some colors on your lips

Stolen from roses when they dance in May

That the dark winters shall be heated

With passions that die not with the snow


Let me gather the blue of the sea 

And the snow from the mountains icy,

And merge them to create a cool shower

That shall drench your skin  in summer


I can make you relish the hardest heat wave

And I could always pick all the gifts that spring 

Brings in her colorful moods,

The birds, the bees, the  flowers, the fragrance


That you can feel me close to you

Garbed in the spring moods  of the March hare.

Throughout the year, distant or near

Will love to love care and share!


Forfeited  Relationships

Empty shells scattered across the sands

Vacant houses of dreams littered around the beach

A fistful a handful or a bagful

All that your eyes can search and hands reach.


Gather them and arrange them

In the corner where no sunbeam lights

In those darknesses will the dreams flower

And create new fragrance and delights


That will harbor the broken heart

With indestructible memories

Of forbidden love, forfeited intimacy 

And unwritten naive histories


Unbridled passions

Passions paint a proxy smile

When the eyes fill with deliberations

In the nuances of anticipated romance

The privileges of justifying infatuations is nil.


Spring winds and the irresistible Narcissus

Spreading around its titillations 

In the scarce hours of twilight

Can be captured in worldly isolations.


My emotions can wander around body contours

Whether they find or do not find a destination

The journey itself would be the fulfillment

A venture that needs not be riddled with hesitations.


Ageless

The  soft silken skin, sunlit in spring shine

Vanishing in trails into the distance

It’s moving surfaces signaling

The warmth of romance returning.


The spreading of body fragrances

Too far to have wisp and exalt

Of what maybe a youthful scent

Fires the imaginations nonetheless


With vernal notes, soft and pleasant

The human mind never ages

Not with spring returning the flavor

Each year with precision.


Reviving fantasies and fervor

The eyes may well weaken to see truth

The foot are steps slow to dance

Yet the  mortal delusions continue.


In the hearts’s unexplained vision

Passions still ebb and tide

As long as the daffodils scatter their fragrance

The views shall titillate the feelings inside


Mesmerized

Something is strange about the spring shine

It freezes  the body more than it thaws

The feet stop often and the eyes get transfixed

Every time a breeze blows around blossoms


Imaginations predominate the landscapes

More than the colors that are displayed

In the lanes of soliloquy echo

The heartbeats of a lost mortal


There is awe and wonder in the moods

Contemplating what each voice says

The voice of past and the voice of the present

The voice that warns of impeding tragedies


Tragedies of forgotten springs 

Tragedies of forbidden bondages

Tragedies of forfeited relationships

All weave a silky tapestry and trap


Like a spider web, their aim if to kill

The soul after trapping with rainbow colors

And drops of morning dew decorated

As a lure to quench the thirst


The mortal being is helpless and is drawn

Involuntarily to the  poisonous temptations

Mesmerized by the visions and visualizations

The mind freezes in the web of calculations


Freedom to love

Go wear the wings and be airborne

Among the white peaks and the blue sky

The air smells of freedom 

The dawn is ready to make the dreams real.


 The clouds and the  rainbows shall appear too

Where you will have choices to make

If at all you can dare to fly

And reach me to feel sometime


That  what I feel for you

The dreams are abstracts without movement 

To make them a reality 

You need to expand you  wings 


And dare to venture into

The unknown world of romance

The wings are meant to fly

Unless they are mere show pieces not used to fly!


Love by the sea

Minds freed of taboos

Bodies freed of attires

Eyes filled with dreams

And a heart filled with desires.


What else could I perceive could be

The need for you and me

To intertwine effortlessly

Into an alliance that would forever  be.


Wishes are horses 

But those horses needs saddles

Passions are helpless babies 

And they need  care and cradles.


If we have to nurse them 

To be  capable to gallop across sky

To carry us to the unknown  land

Where it would be just you and I


With the blue sea and the clear sky

Lying on the succumbing sands and sea

Let the waves drench me while drenching you 

And Drench you you while drenching me.


Seasonal symphonies

Matters not if temptations lead to propinquity

Or the propinquity results in temptations

The joy is fugitive and the memory is  enduring

Every winter is a different winter, 


Though it composes itself 

With chill winds ice and snow

Winter makes each spring  unique, 

With fresh blossoms when the breeze blows.


 The myriad of emotions morph

Each season differently in its kind

I could blame my aging body

You could accuse your whimsical mind


The willing hearts unite each season

Formatting the frames of anatomy

Stretch or contract with the entwinement

In that there was never a dichotomy!


Intimacy ill defined 

Every time your smiles shatter my peace

I get uncomfortable and filled with unease

It is not your thoughts or your being kind

It is a turmoil that swirls in my mind


Not my purpose to  define longing

Nor is the idea to be belonging

It is a call that makes youth from a child

A passion that is formidable and wild


When the shivers are uncontrolled

And the mind to carnal desires is sold

What choice can a mere body have

It can only reciprocate or  crave


The mind wanders and the heart wonders,

Thoughts linger and the body ponders

Is intimacy the crime or is it a sin

That one has to contain the voice within


Why shall something so natural be vice

When the body and soul perceive it as nice

Why is the voice of instinct not divinity 

But is  evaluated on the scale of profanity!


The kiss

The sea can be salty and spring can be tasty

But the flavors of a kiss outweigh these

For  memories are synthesized  and stored

And recalled whenever the body isn’t at ease


Your wet attire  and the softened skin

The smells of the sea mixed in your odor

The moonless night and the waves music

The absence in love of a definite  border



All perhaps conspire and collude

To create  a night  deprived of sleep

There are acts that happen in an instance

But some moments get buried too deep


What happened or may not happen again

Is not the thought that plagues the mind

What worries are the queries of the heart

That how could passions make one so blind


The gift of yours casually given to me

Packaged into  a night of twists and turns

Has awakened the wandering lover in me

As the emotion  whirls and churns


Spontaneity 

The cause of love is  never looked into 

Maybe then men wouldn't have  a sin

Confessions are just  for solace

No one has tempered the passion within


In the foam and froth we immersed 

In the dark hours when the world slept

The waves and passions drenching us

In the limitless joys  we wept


Sometimes the world has to be disregarded

To create  a world of your own

When thoughts sync, and bodies merge

This delightful truth becomes known


Perhaps for just some moments

The  opportunities were used or misused

Our destinies intertwined 

And our destinations fused


The waves have since passed into past

The ebullience got buried very deep

I  would not ever erase   moments

Those are forever mine to keep


The  sky of fantasies

Space is the eternal expanse

That illuminates with a million stars

To design and décor dreams at dark

the silence stitching thoughts inside us.

And musics echoing in voice of the lark.


Contemplations of actions 

And dilemma of inactions

All melt down as the breeze passes 

Raising the romance and bridging the gap

As our breathes mingle

The tumultuous waiting ends


I melt into your naked embrace

There is nothing more celestial

Nothing filled more with grace

Than a dream woven in the tapestry of spring 

Imagining a forever future.

With you beside me in sustained bondage.


The challenge

Muted expressions are no deterrent

To a passion erupting in the midst of spring

The blindness of love is multiplied manifolds

The scaffold of reasoning thrown to the wind


What choice do I have

But succumb to it in your presence

The nuances of romance not cared for 

The truth shines throughout the night.


The body is the final destination

Of every love story written or not

Whether it ends fairly for lovers

Or as a comedy or a tragedy


But there is a space, a gap

That creates the challenge 

The dilemma and the quest

For a unique love affair 


Meaningless talks

Unending narrations are not the outcome

Of stocked up emotions

Rather in the hours of pondering

They are the bridge to cross


The river of  uncertainty flowing

Between two diffident lovers

Where the music has been composed

In it’s churning whirlpools


These interludes in romance

Are perhaps the getaways from truth

The gateways to self  fantasies

That make essential the distance


That separates our identities 

Yet converges our existence

In the tunes that we plan to set in

In the orchestration of our lives



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