Poetry—Santasree Chaudhuri
Santasree Chaudhuri.
Award winning entrepreneur, Women's rights activist, poet, writer, poetry film maker.
International advisor to Culture World editorial team.
Curator of two e-anthologies.
COSMIC ILLUSION
Dancing in timeless zone of void and inner ecstasy
Mysterious unattached sky goer
Roars around in laughter of nakedness
Thundering skull clad dancer
Feminine primordial liberating energy
Mysterious Dakini
Yogini, with clear light vision
Mysticism of esoteric Tantra,
Infinite emptiness of blissful state of unattached magical union
Wanderer of dark nights
Penetrates in essence at the absolute consciousness
Shadows of hand gestures
Appear like glimpse of a fading twilight
Reflecting on the monastery walls
Wrathful presence with her extended leg
Cutting obscuration delusion in secret communication,
Emerging from the flaming pyre
Rules the extraterrestrial mandala of impermanence,
Fearlessly alone,
In blissful emptiness
Guides silent meditative stages
Controlling subtle minds
Riding on indestructible vehicle
Wisdom navigates in luminous awareness
A mystical feminine
Deity of darkness
Blossoms in secretive domain
GAME OF NO RETURN
Soft winds of early spring time
Smiling palm trees happily sway in dancing spirit of Hawain -Hula Hula
Sudden thunderstorm, magical addition
Lovers hunt for a tavern
To be romantically closer
Kissing raindrops over
Velvety green meadows
Mating birds wait for blooming flowers
Soaked nature fondly holds the embracing shower
Drenched pine forests greet the changing weather
Starlit sky
Crescent moon appears in vastness of void
Footsteps of unknown shadows slowly move ahead with fiery minds
Gripping secrecy of both sides...
Whispers of snakes and rats
Mystify the dusky darkness of smoky noise
Far away,
Few falling stars sparkle over empty valleys of nothingness
Justifying tearful lesson of impermanence
Mystery unfolds,
Scattered dead bodies without prayers and funerals
Endless unnamed corpses signify
Tragedy of cold blooded errors
Cover ups, high end drama,
Sudden blasts
Intelligence failure
Political game plan goes on and on around sleepless hours ..
Buried truth hides under grey ashes of
Deceit and lies
Falsity spreads like flaming fire
Helpless planet stands as a silent reviewer of poems written
In red blood drops
A new world.....
Zero gaps
All equal
Humans killing humans
Traumatized pigeons wonder
Degradation of human behavior
Men in uniforms
Participate in conflict zones of tension
Staged theater,
Power play of political class
Vested interests of geo-political game plan
"Alas" ...laments the white butterfly sitting on a table of negotiation. .
SEARCH OF THE SPIRIT
When words disappear
Silence engulfs the mind
The butterfly inside me
Flutters in haste I align myself
Frustration grows around
Inner chess board
Black and white moments
Life shows a way
Transform! ...inner voice
Release the butterfly
Dream of rainbow cycles
Desire, wants, ego, jealousy
Limitless self-projection
Journey of death
accepting the greatest truth of impermanence ...
GPS to another cosmic space
Butterfly dies instantly
Rainbow body reaches a desire less state Of Kalachakra miracle.
Mandala of fearless finality..
Monks rest in serenity
Full moon shines over sand dunes
Hues of mandala
Beginning and end
Search of the inner wheel of karma
Smiling monk prays with empty begging bowl
Knocks the door of liberation
Looking at the mysterious lotus moon blooming in contentment of strange reality
FINALITY
A red window Kaleidoscope of life
I open; I close whenever I feel like I smile, looking above
at the crescent moonlight
I smell the wind carrying fragrance of spring time
I weep; my tears fall drop by drop
On the teakwood frame holding the glass
I wait for the dusk to come
To delve in auspiciousness of
Earthen oil lamp below the sacred basil
Soft light of positivity keeps the evils away.
My emotion flows afar
Looking for a green door to escape window wonders
Sensing my mood
Closeness beyond words
Mute spectator
Witness of many challenges
When I sleep deeply
Wakes me up reflecting streaming golden rays of early dawn of summer
Mystical mist of cold winter
Blinding the exterior
Keeps my room dry from rain soaked monsoon shower
I get up to touch its affection
Oh, my holder of secrecy
My precious possession
Remain forever till my last breathe
A large French window on the eastern side
Gorgeously dazzles with a stain glass painting
Deep yellow roses blooming with pride
What a delight
Unnamed artist
Bunch of love reminds...
Live a full life
Overcoming the turbulence
Experience the cycle of time
A deep silence grips the walls.
Scene 2
Sudden reality of death cycle
Crushed the melody of time
Lonely woman...
In a busy town
Staying at a heritage home
Overlooking a flowing river
Waves of sacredness
Indefinitely wait for a final departure
Future ...the chirping lizard Good omen
Who cares!
Gate opens
Final release from sufferings and pain
Quiet exit counting the prayer beads
"Did she complete 108 times"
Who knows. Say some folks
'"Journey well"...
Mourns her window of freedom
Amidst smoke and fire rituals
Chanting and prayers
Soul travels to an eternal destination
Presence was felt
Shadows of ancestors
Spirit returns every night
Like a cool breeze
Loving touch feels the bunch of yellow flowers
Engraved on her window of nostalgia
Santasree Chaudhuri copyright 2022
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