Poem - The Ballad Of Yauvani
Born of intense love and purple ardor Under lightning and symmetric raindrops
A girl child, emanates serenity and elan
Glistening eyelashes adorn her rosiness
Her tresses, wings of raven, fly in the sky
Angel-like she glides, maiden flawless
Yauvani befriends the Bird of paradise
That sings each day, "Yauvani, Yauvani
The journey is oh soft, roses, riddled with
Sharp thorns, you will conquer and fall"
Under a shady Gulmohar, she looks
At her home of pale brick blocks, dark tiles
The rosewood door hides a joyful
Rise to womanhood, the mother's tender
Care and the father's shielding arms
Nayan, a brother, proud, filled with
Emptiness, involved with only
The self, hollow and inhibiting
The young woman blossoms, untainted,
Easels, brushes, chromatic colors,
Water miscible oils and images are her
World of poetic visions, rhythmic mosaics
Of humans she excels, with her entirety
She paints, her life flows into her portraits
"I see flaws", sings the Bird of Paradise
"Your paintings are rising rainbows"
The bird taunts, "they are works of darts,
Of random colors, one day or one night,
A perfect portrait will come to full life
A blessing and a curse, conquer and fall"
On a silver full moon night, Yauvani paints,
A man with a chiseled face, muscled,
Gentle, shining with immense depths, a Finality of dreams, he stands before her
From canvas to reality, in a never ending
Embrace with his creator, kissing nectar
The jealous brother aims to destroy, ruin
The lovers, he fears the valiant, the noble
That might demand the family fortune
Take away the secure love of parents
He sees evil in a smile, misfortune in love,
Where there is none, the mind clouded
Yauvani embraces Yuva, as she names
A pair insatiated, deep desire unbound
Sun rays in their interludes, moon beams
In their unions, jasmines and roses strewn
Yuva, is he a figment, a fantasy or a Waking, walking perfection? O Yauvani
A throb of poison in a delicious dinner
Virile, odorless, two young lives dissolve
No trace of crime or violence, the deed is
Done, the town and its folks turn
Pale in the nightly twirling mists
The villain, invisible, cowering
An eclipse of kindness and brotherhood
Shadows cast on giving and purity
Fall of innocence, loss of merit and benevolence, gems of the first water
Sink untraceable, into oblivion
Nayan gloats, evil wins, fleetingly
Life, never equitable, like in a sport
There are lives beyond this one
The two are born together again to thrive
With memories of Yauvani and Yuva
They embrace the twisted, lonely brother
The moment, with life, blossoms forward NOTE: This poem is nominated for the SALISMANIA.com Best Poem Of The Year Award 2017.
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