by Kislay Chuahan

Nature’s Care

A cage of light above shadow pretends
Having milky skin outward
Something from coast waves burning
Flowing distance from past nearer
Crystals of faces staring still
Under clouds into cage waving dreams
A little incandescent star pleads
In hazel sky in far north direction
By white notes of songs a nightingale
In the park of souls on broken branch
The buzzing bees on a square fortress
Calling the flowers to keep the souls
These voices endlessly talk to me
Sun of soul sets everyday and rises
How these drifts scare along ways
Years ago and years after a voice
Cuddles everyone’s heart to live
To find eyes brings tears and smile
Out of that cage and out of blurred sky
The nature repeats its caress for all
With unexpected hugs and puzzling love
Those flowers still same yet after change
For the sun that walks in a mystic blue
And hope these words would never change
In fountain of darkness, in time of lights

Morning

Meditating sun from bed of sky
Or a built shower of rays draws
Bit coldness in dawn of desires
We stood frozen by every sense
The hearts up for musical sparrows
Only idle those creeping tissues
When season loves waving crops
for a second, a second region divine
Moving shadows of birches, banyans
Fragrance by blades of grass, fresh
Raising lotus from heart of pond
Cautious the cranes for a journey
Flights of insects have taken off
A young miracle of morning route
Surprise for inching sleep to eyes
Dissolution of shot darkness by sun
Green hairs asking roots to respire
Through white drops of chromes
The roots reached each sides then
Right of sun and left to the moon
Waving flags of clouds thick volume
In sky white river, white hairs of sun
Stems of trees splitting fluids to toe
The nests gone empty in daily flow
Lungs of sky filled with fresh air
Breaking silent night of carbon
Eyes peep to young arts of nature
Grains the pearls or scattered laces
Morning a prior cascade of all day
That asks to world and gets silent
Through the day to light your day
A few in dawn and few after dawn

Nature Conflicts

The lakes on the decks, a day to fight
Pale faces, dainty stops by nature, stained cloths of earth
Soundless pianos seated on roofs, thundering storms
Blue weeds on doorsteps, shoulders downed
Crossing prayers shout loud with sunburned voice

Weapons of nature scold out the world
The hat of god just sliced down on eyes
Oh! Conflicts the people who were victims ever
No one heard their scream, no one heard prayers
Amid only those eyes just could peep calamity

The homeless families, crying children
And those rapid sighs of creatures brain
Or breeze halted for awhile to moan in corners
Or tender days and nights fall their condolences
I repeat, nature distracted lives but not existence

And not our prayers that we still do to our god
I learned this is humanism, raises after all conflicts
Hurrying time dissolves everything but not hearts
But different from human, nature conflicts are
To tell us that we are one not different so far

Reverence

Once strong with everlasting laws a soul
Stays under shoulder of trust like a friend
Aimless stream human life heaven a dream
And hell truth found on earth with scream
God is everywhere listened from mother
But things hidden under poverty of wealth

Demands rise in garden of every heart
And now no faith reached in sorrow yard
Where tears follow and heart languish
A modest flower loves against grief
Master the nature cares its every leaf
Unexplained something still in slumber

Floating in dreamy river composes life
Air bubbles of happiness and sadness
Some break the stream some join journey
Some shower in life some shiver in death
Breath uses heart to measure the pain
We hold pleasure forever to soul lane

But where the god whom I still search
In back of my rhyme and in front of soul
There a sea surge in storm same with life
Lordly ships are on shore and ours in mid
Points of paths different everyone sails apart
Skeleton wrenched soul, let’s now save heart

Note on Author’s Work:

Kislay Chuahan also had five poems published in the February issue of Eastlit.