Pramila Khadun writes

Every Time

Every time I hold back
This heart of mine,
It just leaves me
At its own free will
And runs after love
The way butterflies
Go towards flowers.
What to do
With such a heart?

 

Good Luck -- T. Meeuwissen.

Pramila Khadun writes

On my eagle's wings

Eyes dreamy and drowsy,
I sat on the pillow-like feathers
Of the great eagle’s wings
Flying across the blue waters
While the wind lovingly caressed
The long strands of my hair.

The eagle had promised me
That it would remove me
From the cocoon of my life
And show the world to me,
The sparkling waves, the green meadows,
The fresh waters cascading down
To the meandering rivers,
The desert sands with lively oases,
And its home nestled
Among the beautiful blue cliffs 
Overlooking the grand ocean.

I, who wanted to find a lodgement elsewhere,
Willing to forget the affluent and the mendicant,
The luxury Harrods candles,
The glittering pearls and diamonds,
The game changers and money changers,
Relaxed on the great eagle’s wings
With neither safety belt nor blanket.

While a butterfly symphony
Hummed in my ears,
I clung to my eagle’s neck.
It soared high over vales and hill,
And I cried not tears of fears,
Nor thought of the heat or cold.

I could feel the essence
Of my feminism unfolding gently.
With elegance and brilliance
While my full potential unlocked
Far from the simulated realities
Of  predetermined goals.

-- Josephine Wall 

Pramila Khadun writes

Call it by any name 

‘You called it obsession,

And I called it seduction.

You called it imaginary
And I called it Love’s Jaded City.’

Call it by any name,
Like the rose it will smell as sweet.
Dead leaves make soil
And dead loves make stars,
Always glittering and twinkling.

Still feeling jet-lagged,
After this long journeying,
Intoxicated with the wine of love,
She felt like a small keen wind
Strolling above the Indian Ocean
In all its moods and guises.

She saw the herons below, standing
Unfaltering while the gulls
And oyster-catchers screamed.
She looked at her reflection
In the water contentedly,
Her hair blowing in the wind,
While the columns of water
Rose like icons from the ocean.

She was excruciatingly honest with him,
Loved his artistic sensibilities
And drank water from his earthen pitcher.
He gave her beads
In the colors of sea green,
Quetzal blue, gold, grey and silver.
And she gave him ties in the colors of the rainbow.

Both were Bodhisattvas,
Awakened sentient beings
and spoke only in whispers, on dark Summer nights.

In the smoky voice of Marlene Dietrich,
She said, ‘I am the stagnant pool
And you are the blue sea.’
And he replied, ‘platonic love is a harmonizing force.’

Le Buddha -- Odilon Redon

Pramila Khadun writes

My Love

My love is so vast
That a sheet of paper
Will not be enough to write about it.
Bring the sky down,
I will cover it with the ink of love.

My love is meek like a lamb,
Carrying the rustic scent of my grandmother’s cottage
Where I was born and grew up,
Portraying in innumerable guises
The fragile experience that life is.

My feelings are of high spirit and artistic purity.
Very early, I learned the unfolding
Of the magical wings of love,
Affecting all those around me positively.

I never knew what love is
Until I fell in love.
Like the vibrant colors of Spring,
I danced, drunk with love
While the stars winked at me.
I sang merrily like a lark
While the pastoral symphonies spread around.

How can I write about this love
On a single sheet of paper?
Give me the vast sky,
There, I will write about my love.

 Love Skywriting stamp -- Jessica Hische

 

Pramila Khadun writes

The Presence and the Absence

Who can develop deep in the oceans of love

To fetch me the words that I can use

To describe the hallowed image of my love?

I have no insatiable desire for togetherness,

Nor do I fall in the trap of loneliness

To precipitate an existentialist surrender

For love is so fulfilling, so captivating.

It is a force, its beauty beyond measure.

For eons and eons, we have come and left

The planet, filling it up with a medley of colors

Where blue is our sky, green our hills,

Yellow our Autumn leaves and pink our flowers.

With each look, you make my stars twinkle,

With each touch, you make me giggle

And when you come closer to me,

You take my breath away making me melt

Like melting chocolate with emotions

Never ever felt before.

  

Your presence is a presence indeed

And your absence too is a presence

With all the loving memories that

Cling to heart the way clouds

Cling to the sky.

Though absent, I feel the touches of your lips

Tattooing my whole body with kisses sweet.

I can hear your voice reverberating

By the bubbling brooks

And when you hold me close to you,

I hide my face underneath your arms

As you make me feel so shy.

Lavender Fields in Bloom -- Gail Pean