Voice of the heart( A Stream of consciousness poem on SKH)

 Voice of the Heart

(Friday sensations-2002)

Stanza 1

When the cry strikes in my throat,

my heart cannot bear the pain

my nearest Earth seems at a distance

the present be a bar between past and future,

but my wandering dream sinks in lethe,

just when the light flashes

on a square world(TV set).

All the world becomes dark, only the fancy exists.

I just press the rounded hearts though not real(button of remote control),

Then reality becomes only sylphs and umbriel.

Stanza 2

Now a door will open 

Which taketh my sleep,

Two eyes small with innocence,

A smile glaring in forest dense,

My soul now betrays the bone and flesh,

A leaf or tree,almost all for me

Jerks my heart,two sweet life vigorous and fresh.

It reminds me mediaeval knights

Stand only for victory or chivalry

But hath tender love beneath the iron heart.

Not denying the presence of a grass

Or a dainty flower-neither rose nor a poppy,

The flower that makes a clever so silly

Who swells with joy

But never fades away,

Who helps her own charm to be spread away.

The flower that surrounds mystery

So sweet-the name “lily”.

Stanza 3

That is the story of a blessed world

Where palsy shakes a few,

The milk of heaven is

Only the nurturing dew.

Here beauty speaks for everything

That is strange or remote.

Ay! Life never loses its charm

Carries dark and bright,

Where the little man(gabroo)

Also happy with glittering gold-may not the sun.

Stanza 4

Here diamond ring dazzles to the eclipse gazers

But saves the true love from cruelty,

Cruel hearts here shaped and formed-

In that land rhyme takes place

When the cat becomes the queen

The another world of mirracle beings

Vibrates with life,

That taketh away the real life

But reality yet not dimmed in night,

A unique blend of beauty and beast

Unparallel,impossible to resist

Strong and stronger,sharpened stone

Hath enough the courage to win the heart.

Glittering armour and the arms

Red and violent-vigour tinges the charm,

My rolling fancy shakes the sea

But dusky night has pierced my eye,

The eye sight that none can buy.

Stanza 5

Beyond a sunset is a life

And before a sunrise is the death,

But death means no drear here

Eternal life flourish in sea

Where beauty doth not crack with age,

Strange love find path in flower

But fret receives no cheer.

Here the innocence not betrayed

sweet moments that amazing for us,

Every grain in sand o’clock

Reveals a fancy within grass.

Logic or fancy never domits(abv. Of dominate) each.

But these two(lily-vikraal) colours a peach.

Music is in mind or sea-roar

Sadness is not tear,

Gives birth to firm shore

But never breakes the streamlet’s core.

(A stream of feeling on skh,

written in 2002.)