Sometimes the
wind is
gentle, smooth, serene
It drops here, there;
makes ripples, swirls free in space
Our hearts often
find themselves
… on this unseen swing of air
The Koel sings a woodpecker pok-poks
Each to his
world, when the wind blows....
The symphony of
bird-songs rolls out its best
A luxurious
mid-day
stretches…
I sit in silence
well content
knit the threads
of pure spring weather.
Sometimes the
wind blows strongly...
Totally
out of tune!
The rush and
roaring squalls swash and go
filled with anger and venom.
The sun darkens...clouds thicken
The terrified swallows
swing across in midair
And, vanish into the horizon.
I run from the porch step
and duck for
refuge into a shade,
holding my pet-cockatiel in my hands.
The little bird screeches
above the wind; but
soon brings itself down…
It doesn’t sing, a tad sacrifice, maybe I think
to look neat and unostentatious.
Hush.
Written for PU-- http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2016/06/poets-united-midweek-motif-wind-power.html
I love the description of the wind, very vivid, I could almost feel its force.....especially love your grasp on the cockatiel to keep it safe. It must have known that, since he settled so swiftly.
ReplyDeleteYou have a way with the words transforming the common place things we all see and feel into wondrous lines like an alchemist turning base into gold
ReplyDeleteWhile it is exciting to be outside when the wind is howling round you you finally realize it is getting serious and rush back home to hide as it just wanted to bully you after all. I could imagine this so well.
ReplyDeletethe pok-poks, the knitting of spring weather and the trying to look neat and unostentatious... such a picture you paint.. wonderful!
ReplyDeleteWhether serene or strong, this human has a place in nature amid the birds and their songs. I love the dignity of the cockatiel!
ReplyDeletePerhaps in many ways content is better than luxurious...it feels comforting here
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely splendid, Panchali. Love the contrast between the gentle and strong wind :D
ReplyDeleteoh Panchali di how i love your mishti kakatua...every image in the poem is etched deeply in the mind..a lovely read...
ReplyDeleteThe wind has various characters. Just like anyone of us. The poem is gentle until the very end. Great descriptions - giving life to the good side and not so good side of the wind. Thanks for this, Panchali
ReplyDeleteSo very thoughtful and contemplative. I really like the images your poem uses to make its point.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the wind blows strongly...
ReplyDeleteTotally out of tune!
The rush and roaring squalls swash and go
filled with anger and venom.
One may be lucky to take refuge in the shade but many may not be especially on the high seas
Hank
So, many shades of a wind and we have to flow with it...
ReplyDeleteThe wind has come alive in your words
ReplyDeletep.s: cocktail typo . Maybe it skipped your notice
"Cockatiel"is a bird, Sujatha!It's more like a parrot...with a mainly grey body, white shoulders, and a yellow and orange face.
DeleteThanks for reading! Please do visit again...
Thanks!