Poems 

 

 

I opened the drapes of my hotel window

         Behind the mountains I could see your glow

Little by little the bright orange

         I could see peep out of the mountain range

 

I could not believe my eyes

         This was indeed the most beautiful sight!

 

The snow-capped mountains miles away

         Your beauty took my breath away

I stood there hypnotized by the sight

         With pounding heart and transfixed eyes

 

Unable to move from your enchanting hold

         I watched you emerge like a pot of gold

A perfect circle of bright yellow

         Your wonderful glare enhanced the snow

 

Right before my very eyes

         You rose into the clear blue skies

I could not gaze you in the eye

         Your dazzle was about to make me blind

 

As evening came you changed again

         From yellow to orange to bright red

You went back to your hiding place

         Leaving us all in sublime darkness

 

The mountains on the opposite side

         Kept you hidden throughout the night?

 

I sat there wondering where you were

         Why I could not see your flare

I was sure you moved during the night

         You always appeared on the opposite side

 

Help me open my heart’s window

          I want to see you wherever you go

With open or with closed eyes

         In darkness or in bright daylight

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Swadha and her husband, Pradeep, were long time residents of Houston, Texas. They now live in Las Vegas, Nevada. Swadha is the daughter of famous writers Durga Madhab Misra and Shoilarani Misra. This poem was written during one of her assignments in Portland, Oregon when she witnessed the beautiful and unforgettable sunrise at 5:00 AM – it truly was a spiritual moment.

 swadharath@hotmail.com

 

 

To you, my mother

 

 

Nirbachita Dash

 

 

Thinking of you in thousand words,

   not one to describe you in your entirety.

The night and its obscure depths,

   resides within your somber eyes.

 

Yet there are tales to tell,

  Of the vagaries of life, an unbidden guest.

Echoes of a distant dream,

  resounding in every shard of broken emotions.

 

But faith was ever so strong,

   a life force indomitable in you.

And when hope burst in flames,

   the fiery flames never scorched you.

 

You gathered the ashes in your hands,

   and let life roll by.

Braiding love in every twist & turn,

    of the frayed fabric of our lives.

 

Far from you,I carry your presence

    soaked in each bit of my existence.

Longing to grasp the hand,

     that lead me always.

 

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Nirbachita Dash lives in Shakopee, Minnesota with her husband Sudipta Tripathy, and loves to read and write poetry.