My sense X I lost

I know one sense that is X
Call it anything that makes my life
Other than the five scripts
that are unwritten;
and I talk of the fifth
the one that is final. Col
(My own short form,
for financial column in a newspaper).
See I raise and fall only by it,
come what may –
for that gives my nine parts
out of my cent--
to the last cent
call it my returns
or Karma till my last call,
perhaps even beyond--
to my children, if lucky they are.
So I need to push it
and sometimes pull it ,
that my sense X,
Like a donkey
on a seesaw routine.
(Don't ask how much I lost!)

Happy BIrthday--24th January

Happy Birthday--24th January

To my brother in Ireland on his Birthday

let sunshine in winter belong to you!!!

Moonlight shining never as before

dewdrops bubbling in your glowing attention,

the deer dancing, make merrywith the music in gardens
Those shrink in the hedges hearing you talk genlte,

but showcase all their flowers,

as kids frolicking and rollingin the cookies you send around,

and the old place still rejoices since you left,

roses lie intact in the elders’ laps,

for the good doctor in you is happy celebrating his birthday

--make thier life beautiful;

your counsel is their health

and you are the reason for the spring in life around,

in the minds of your loved ones,

even far away from home.

Happy Birthday Brother!

Copyright Seshu Chamarty 2008To my brother on his Happy Birthday

To my Dear friend wherever you are

Reach your comfort, my friend!

Oh, dear friend! My bosom swells, Saw you turn in pain; Imagine not I an alien, For we were brothers, Though not born to a womb, Our minds are twined; You knew, asleep or not, I would go out for succor; Million miles are but close, For our minds are mirrors; Things are not same, When you are not around; Remembered the days, When we split things up, Drank from one glass, Ate from a plate, Cried and laughed as one, Sacrificed our loves; For friendships are born, And not made by quirk; You never sought heathen, When I was around; I breathe for you, For I have to live; Be in peace, my friend, Lest I forsake My kin and run To the end of earth Lunge wherefrom To reach your comfort.

Those friends who died in harness -- 9/11

I was on the roof of my apartment last anniversary day, and imagined myself on Ground Zero, where the world trade center was, looked through my binoculars for the marauders in 360 degrees, and through the corners of my tear filled eyes, at the souls appeared in the smoke, as if came visiting, wishing to see dear colleagues, and trying to tell what went in their mind in final minutes; and pity was; they were not aware still, how cruel were their fellow beings. So I thanked all the Gods, but very silently then, lest those poor souls would be disturbed to learn they were, after all, the martyrs, who never left their workstations, yet did their respective countries proud.

Copyright Seshu Chamarty 2007
9/11

Mother

Published in UK by anchor publications in an anthology –


1. Happy mother be! (On Mother's day)
Welcomed and caressed In your protecting hands, I could sense the quiver in your heart, See the glee in your moist eyes, Feel the warmth in your sugar-filled voices That prompted me to take those first steps To dream your dreams that I ought to take On lines of visions of you and your mentor; Tentatively sentimental like all mothers That I might not show up safe in alien places, You relinquished your dreams personal, And waited on me feeding my hunger and fancy, With half closed eyes, sleep talking caution, Eager in wait for my return every time, All anguish in your lovely eyes that prayed; Tied we were fast by the umbilical cord, Pregnant with all moral and emotional bonds, And placental vestiges of pageantry ethical; You could half discover your beloved in me, As you were afraid I might turn a distant adult, Liked or not you fondled me as baby to the last, With dignity and grace a countenance could stand, Weeping like child in my wounds and cuts, In place of creator though repenting on earth, Shooed all surrogates and evils away; Now that my angel is in far off heaven, No moons can be brought down To put them in garlands to decorate your image, On this Happy Mothers Day.

Copyright Seshu Chamarty 2008
Happy Mother's Day

were not you the dad

Weren’t you the dad
who told all bedtime stories,
after you finished work?

Weren’t you the dad
who was looked at in awe,
gathered me warmly as a child,
shattered all my blues in the teens,
entertained guests with fun and frolic?

A hero you were in real
now you turned a distant story,
distant to the society
on the other side of law
as I gather from bizarre pictures.

Let there be reprieve,
I shall tell you back
all my prayers I say to God,
for peace and remorse!

I believed in you
and I continue to do.