Words, rain, Mozart: Three Poems by Sunil Sharma

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Poetry: ‘a sign / from the heavens, a sighting / rare, a visitor infrequent, in the / urban jungle.’

- Sunil Sharma


Words, rain, Mozart

  

Words flow

onto 

 

the white screen

and

crystallize into 

poems in flux, 

 

grow wings

travel across the 

time-space continuum

to

find homes in kindred 

souls. 

 

Rose petals, they

hug the wet knolls, meadows,

after the spring rain,

a pal passing through,

the Sunday-afternoon downtown,

Ottawa.

 

The self-same words

sprout as the

tender stalks of green

in a nook, on a book-lined

shelf of a manor-house,

 

where somebody with tapering 

fingers, and long eye lashes,

full heart

played Mozart

 

on a snowy evening

to some invisible 

friends, in an empty room

full of polished mirrors

and white doors, leading

 

to dark passages and casements

that opened over a cliff and a foamy sea

 

with a yawning mouth


 

Knock-knock

 

The 

winters rain

falls 

 

over 

the concrete driveway, with a

long sigh, disintegrates into

tiny crystals that glitter, and

die.

 

It drums the roofs, spires and towers, a music

lost

on a deaf city, kisses 

 

the flowers

with wet tongues, sends 

shivers down

their slender spines.

 

The rain,

a native of the earth and 

sky, 

 

wanders off aimlessly,

a sad-faced hobo searches

for a sympathetic glance

from unseeing eyes, 

 

she gently

 

knocks, twice,

cold fingers

against 

the windscreen

of a luxury car

stalled

 

at the traffic-light, 

on an early night

lit up 

 

by light 

diffused

carried on the back

 

of a damp wind.

 

 *


Brief is every trance

 

The Snow-owl

settles down

on the icy arm

of 

the backyard tree, a sign

from the heavens, a sighting

rare, a visitor infrequent, in the

urban jungle.

 

The Snow-owl

flutters wings,

looks with round eyes

at

the frosted glass with two red arcs

created by a lonely heart; the eyes meet,

transfixed by the divine

beauty

of the bird.

 

a curtain of snow falls, 

the moment,

gone forever. 

***

Sunil Sharma has published 27 creative and critical books. Among others, he has been a winner of the Golden Globe Award (2023) and Nissim Award for Excellence for Prose (2022) for the political novel Minotaur. His poems were included in the prestigious UN project, Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, 2015. He is the editor of the monthly Setu journal (English). You can find him on his website, Twitter: @drsunilsharma, and Instagram: @drsunilsharma.

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