HALL OF POETS POETRY OF THE WEEK - BY AVIJEET MUSAFIR DAS

HALL OF POETS POETRY OF THE WEEK


HALL OF POETS POETRY OF THE WEEK goes to "Morning Waltz", written by Avijeet Musafir Das

Warm rays of the Sun entered the room silently,
Hovered around the space where I stay,
The gentle fragrance of dew on grass wafted near me,
I was dreaming of a strange island,
Surrounded by blue butterflies and red roses.


Suddenly waking up I found the disarray choking me slowly,
The bed-sheet was rumpled and twisted in a strange elliptical form,
The pillow was convoluted into a strange geometrical shape and was lying at the farthest corner of the old wooden bed;
And the quilt had tumbled onto the ground like a sack of potatoes!


I sat up on bed and rubbed my eyes a little;
That is when I saw the pigeon sitting in the far corner near the door!
Disbelief engulfed me in unknown ways and forms;
I rubbed my eyes a few more times.
There, the sweet little bird was looking at me with the brightest of eyes!


I was transfixed by its simple behaviour;
She seemed like she had taken a fancy for my room.
Tip-toeing slowly like a ballerina she went onto my old wooden desk,
Then she fluttered onto my chair and glanced around the books.


Couldn't ask her what authors she liked as I was still in a daze;
But she looked happy around the books I could tell;
She had a gentle demeanour and a sweet smile;
Her smile I reflect now is more sublime than the Mona Lisa smile!


She first took a fancy to Harper Lee;
'To Kill A Mockingbird' she went near to and gave me a sardonic smile,
I was stupefied beyond my wildest dreams to even think for a second!
Then she fluttered around 'Macbeth' for over an hour and kept on glancing at me;
Shakespeare must be smiling in his grave, I chuckled!


Then she was in the mood for a slow dance,
Walked a few steps to the left,
Walked a few steps to the right,
Fluttered in the air with a charming grace,
In perfect synchronised steps,
The dance steps of a beautiful Moonlight Waltz! (Only the Moon was missing, I realised much later)


I just couldn't take my eyes off her;
Graceful to the core, she was a true artist;
Mesmerised me completely by her dance.
What a presence she had!
Enslaving audiences worldwide for sure, I thought!


And then her originality was spellbinding!
Like a trapeze artist she balanced and manoeuvred around
Danced around the whole stage, like a ballerina she did.
Aah! Madonna and Miley Cyrus would pale in her presence, I reflected!


The exhilaration, the fascination, the infatuation went on for a full three hours,
And then she flew away by the brown window near to the door!
In a final bow, in a spectacular flourish.



Avijeet Musafir Das. 




Avijeet Musafir Das is a poet and writer from New Delhi India. He is a wanderer, traveling frequently for work and passion. He is a social activist who supports causes related to ‘environment’, ‘education’ and ‘equality’ for a better world.


He is a published poet and writer in international magazines and portals like The EastLit Journal, YourStoryClub, Writer’s Ezine, PoetrySoup and PoemHunter, etc.



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