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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