Under the Starry Sky
UNDER THE STARRY SKY
Under the Starry Sky
(Collected Poems)
By
Menonim Menonimus
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CONTENTS
A Portrait
The World
Holding up
Mystery
Farewell
Please don’t ask me
I am a Mate
I am
What a Wonder
What a Bliss
My Life in Your Hand
Dance
A Tree
The Love of My Mind
The Creed of Harmony
The Child
My Inborn Co-habitation
I Desire
None Can Deny Me
There was a River
What is the Time
Love
They Want
You Have
Revolution
That Vehicle
The Flag of Revolution
What a Time
The Silence of the Night
Nothing but a Desert
Every Night
The Two Footed Animals
To Mother
My Poems
If Your Weeping
Waiting for You
Heavily it is Raining
Seeing off Our Friend
Don’t Spittle
Come Down to My Heart
It is the Rose
On the Tomorrow Night
From Day to Day
A Flock of Birds
There is no Time
Why do You Call forth
Don’t Shed Sighs
Foreseen
Our World
Do not Compel Me to Hear
No Matter
I Want
Song of the Deprived Citizens
I Envisage
The Smiles of Pathos
Intoxicated Time
My Pen
Love
He is Dead Now
My Life
A Flock of Armed Birds
About a Tree
The Boy
But I Can’t Say
Three Lined Verses
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UNDER THE STARRY SKY
(TEXT)
A Portrait
Once on the canvas of my life
You had painted a picture
Not in water-colour
But with newly invented ink
Imported from China via Nepal.
You began to draw the portrait
I lay like a corpse
You ordered- Don’t move
I remained still.
You said- Close your Eyes
I fell asleep
You ordered- Spread your feet and hands wide
I did so.
Again you ordered me- Open up your chest
I took off all my dress.
And then with your both hands drew the portrait
When my sleep broke up
I did not find you.
From thence onwards I have been carrying about
The portrait holding it to be my own property
I do not know whose picture
You have drawn on my life canvas
Is it yours?
Or of any tree favourite to you?
To get the answer to my query-
I have been looking for you for so long years. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
The World
My world built up of many strikes
Without being conscious of my sins
The world ought to be after my image
But it looks like the world is
As you are like yourself
As I am like I
Living, feeling immaculate. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Holding Up
Holding up my forehead
They call upon me to the plain of Death
For many years they were my friends and mates
With whom I used to roam about along long weary miles.
But I am so a fool to be their wise fellow.
Now their naked sword is in my chest
They command me- do not stir, do not move
Have a silent death
The sword was as sharp as a rippling river
As bright as the matured sun.
I gazed at it without making the least motion
And tasted my death. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Mystery
The mystery lies in your dirtiness
They say so-
When he was about to breathe his last
Because of his voice
That vociferated- what ought to be kept silent
Hence is his death on the footpath
At mid-day
None looked at the dead body
But everybody trod on it
As we tread dust on the royal road. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Farewell
The blue shirt
Today has turned into reddish rubbish
The Himalayan wind comes down to our valley
Agitating the confused moon
Yester-night his corpse was brought home. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Please Don’t Ask Me
In the body of the upper cloud
They dressed in black
I was confused within my breast
Then you were in the state of your dream
Please don’t ask me-
What does black symbolize? 0 0 0
I Am A Mate
The earth is within the universe
The moon is in the sky
I am in your breast weeping
Forlorn, forgotten, forsaken. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
I Am
Under the flow of blood
My struggle lies forever
I am a feeble friend
Come and animate me
Nothing comes out of nothing.
Under your tongue, my voice lies forever
I am suffocated, friend
Come and let me breathe. 0 0 0
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What A Wonder
In my blood- your blood
In my sighs- the sighs of yours
Upon my flesh- your flesh
Yet we are unacquainted with each other
I am not yours
You are not mine
What a wonder! 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
What A Bliss
Death is at your door
Friend, farewell
Death- what a hope!
No, no, I am going to be a god
What bliss!
Had I been died! 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
My Life is in Your Hand
My life is in your hand
You say-
Sit down, stand up
Again sit down, stand up
Stand up, sit down
Again sit down, stand up
Stand up, stand up
Thus in your hand is my life.
Oh! My monarch! 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Dance
Everybody dances there
Rape dance, bob dance, neo-cupid dance
Neo disco dance, modern dance,
Ultra-modern disco dance,
Virgin nude dance, gloomy dance,
Bright dance, mad dance.
Everywhere there are dances only
But my feet are broken-
How can I dance my peculiar dance? 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
A Tree
A tree is standing
It looks as if it is upon the water
Its leaves are dumpy
I know not-
Either it has roots or not
If it has- perhaps under water!
My feeling step by step
Swells up to the greens of the sky
And inch by inch turns into a brittle stone
Full of fossils
The fossils born prior to a century.
Many times I feel myself
As a piece of white ice
Made of salty water of the sea. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
The Love of My Mind
The love of my mind flies down
Under the deep womb of darkness
In the core of my mind
I feel its gigantic shape.
Love for me is an image at night
Like wandering vapour
Caused by the rays of the sun.
And once I think
It is like the humming
Of a hilly stream
Welded to life by the tillage of years.
I don’t comprehend-
Either it is my foe or friend. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
The Creed of Harmony
The creed of harmony is unknown to me
Since my birth I am dead
In the field of harmony
Today grows a mighty tree
Whose roots have penetrated into every heart
And keeps confined within her shadow.
Thus my whole individuality
Is losing within myself
In quest of harmony. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
The Child
Reddened by sixteen springs
You are everybody’s maid
Met at the advent of life
With every particle of spring
You exchange your love, soul, heart
And the whole entity.
And in return, you have got
A child in your rose-like lap
A child of mankind
Men say-
The child is a bastard! 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
My Inborn Co-habitation
My inborn co-habitation
With sorrow and pain
I feel- I am dead
When I keep my hand on my belly.
I lead my struggle against hunger
Every day, every night.
Every day I am overcome
By the beast called hunger
A beast- who has both hands and feet.
The blue sky mocks at me
When I seek solace from it
And then all the love shown by the world
Becomes a riddle. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
I Desire
I desire
Let the mid-night moon go away
From this sky to another.
Here at night
All are asleep
Only a few poets stay out
Under the moonlight sky
They have no right to enjoy the moon
Because they are poets only
Without abodes. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
None Can Deny Me
None can deny me
Because I am myself for them
They themselves are mine
Just like a piece of poem
Though not good
None can say it to be his foe. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
There was a River
Once there was a river
Civilization was on its either side
It bore a heart as vast as the sky
As deep as the sea
Full of love.
Nowadays there is no river
Instead, there is a civilization of mansions and palaces.
With the gardens of ever-bloomed flowers
Everything it has-
All the facilities of the modern mind
It lacks only one thing
That is – it bears no soul. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
What is the Time
What is the time?
In the sky the yellow showers
Is it the time of your departure?
Sita would come again
I never believe
The banyan tree once again
Would deny giving shelter to the pedestrians
I do not believe.
Life-
What does it mean?
The muddy street water
Cries for its mother
Again it is the thousand crackling of frogs
For water.
Perhaps
Tonight they would welcome the hot summer. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Love
Love-
A star drops down to the under world
I am the ashes burnt in the mid-way
Under the showers.
A bald mountain
Without trees and ice.
For a drop of red blood
A flock of foxes
Can run over the running train
Love for them is laughter. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
They Want
They want to attack my entity
They want to wipe away my smiles
They want to pull out my eyes.
Yet I grasp them to be my own limbs
And struggle against their vein
In favor of life.
I struggle and dream
As a man wishes to live in peace. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
You Have
You have hands
Full of skylight
I have eyes full of rivers.
You have tone
Full of songs
I have a belly full of fire.
You are a man
I am a man
Yet between you and I
There is a strong wall. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Revolution
f you don’t know-
How to sing
Then try to learn
We need your throat.
In front of us a revolution
In favor of our dead souls
Against darkness
Against our sighs
Against the thorns of life. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
That Vehicle
A vehicle drawn by eleven horses
Treads upon every heart
They need blood
Blood is their prime food
After the invocation of their boss
They cross the sea swimming
Alas! Their foot-steps
Echo the groaning of death. 0 0 0
The Flag of Revolution
Where will you hoist
The flag of revolution
The flag of the New Year
The flag of a new beginning?
Let it be hoisted at first
In the courtyard of your own heart
And then in the courtyard of every man.
A flag of revolution
Under whom we all be gathered
And then set fire to our dirty heart. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
What A Time
What a time!
Every soul is itself its enemy
Every soul is weary of its entity
It wants only a chink to make it dead
Or to drink a glass of wine to forget
That once it was a throbbing soul. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
The Silence of the Night
The silence of the night bursts out
The people on the public road are bleeding
And burning in its conflagration.
They wanted a man-like life
Since many years
They are kept confined
In the planet named Earth.
They wanted to keep their steps on the ground
In the state of sole darkness
They were shouting
Breaking the silence. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Nothing But a Desert
A desert has been taking birth
Out of our wombs
Breaking the eyes, shattering the heart.
And then perhaps
I would die
And then might be beginning a new desert
Who knows if I would die
And there would live men
But I see in front of my eyes
Nothing but a desert. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Every Night
Every night
My mother lulls me to sleep
The door is closed
The windows are hooked well.
Go to sleep and close your eyes
Then they would not find you.
Thus is my humdrum life.
Every night my mother urges me to sleep
And I try to keep awake
I am accustomed to hearing their slogans
Perhaps
Tomorrow I would be one of them
I am alone since my birth. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
The Two-Footed Animal
Every man becomes a two-footed animal
His hands become paws
Like the paws of a lion or a tiger
Every man becomes a cannibal.
I call upon my soul to meditate over the matter
And say to myself-
If I am in the wrong
Don’t forget to protest.
If you have eyes
Please open up
If you have heart
Let it feel
If you have a mind
Let it ponder over
And let you be introduced to yourself
If you are a man or a two-footed animal
If you are a man-
Stand against the animals
If you are an animal-
Struggle with all your might to be a man. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
To Mother
Mother,
Since many a day
I am dead.
Once again
Please let me come out of your womb.
Once again
Let me be vitalized with a rebellious spirit
Like the tsunami
Or like the sunlight.
Once again
My mother,
Become my mother
Become a mother of a new Sun. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
My Poems
My poems are not made up of words
Gathered together searching after
The secret corner of the lexicon
None would get into my poems
The tumbled-down syllables
Or teeth- broken words
Nor the flowery decoration of the buffet.
My poems are the words of –
Beggars, peasants, vagabonds,
Bullet-stricken youths who struggle to live like a man
That wish to have the sunlight
As the privileged few enjoy
On the cost of the exploited.
My poems are the fragmentary compilation
Of their sighs, shouts, weeping, crying and tears-
That comes out spontaneously
As the rippling of the hilly spring
As the rays of sunlight
As the waves of the sea
As the gust of wind.
And therefore-
My poems are not for the learned few
But for the common many
And perhaps for them
I endeavour to scratch down poetry. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
I Would Not Like
I would not like your weeping
If your weeping is only for you
I would not like your weeping
If you weep for your own woes only
I condemn tears of such weeping
But if your weeping is for all the mothers raped by the century
Then I am proud of your weeping.
If your weeping reflects all the woes and sorrows,
Pain and sufferance
If your weeping aims at wiping out the tears of us all
If your weeping can calm down the fire of our bellies
If your weeping is in search of a bright sun
To drive away the darkness of our souls
Then friend,
Let me know beforehand
I would go out with a burning candle in my hand
To congratulate you in advance
And if your weeping is for our freedom
For our brotherhood, for our desired peace
Then I’ll quit my quill nor will I pursue verse
Because you are the greatest poem of the world. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Waiting For You
Waiting for you I keep opening my door
In the deep night, you will come
With a handful of light
From minute to minute
From hour to hour
I wait for you
Looking at the sky through my little window
From dawn to dawn I keep myself vigil
Stirring on my weary bed
Waiting for you. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Heavily It is Raining
Heavily it is raining
My be
To-night spring will come to an end
Summer will begin
With sky full showers.
But to me still today
Spring is far away from me.
I have been being burnt well by incessant heat
My face has turned black
And my eyes are blind for too much of summer. 0 0 0
Seeing Off Our Friend
Come on my comrades,
Let us see our friend off for the last once
He sang the song of our heart
It was his sole crime
Hence he is sent to death
In the open street-
In front of a thousand eyes
He talked the talk of peace
He talked the talk of handful sunlight
He talked the talk of a piece of bread for the poor
He was our friend
Friend of yours, ours and mine
Perhaps he would give us our rights to living
Now he is sleeping well being ashes
Let us see off him for the last once
Let us derive a newer spirit from his dead life. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Don’t Spittle
Don’t spittle in the sky
The sky is in the lap of my darling
I am being a microcosm of the macro world
Laying here with a toy
For her sports
As plucked flowers are in the hand of little children
They tear them, sip them and tore them
For their game. 0 0 0
Come Down To My Heart
Who shrieks in the deep ocean of dreams?
He is a brighter star
Deviated from its orbit
Come down to my heart
Let me fill up my desert. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
It is the Rose
It is the piece of rose
That dropped down from her hand
On the day before the century began
This piece of rose
Bears the entire fragrance of the gone days
It is kept preserved in my heart as a mirror of my past.0 0 0
On Tomorrow Night
On tomorrow night
Don’t call me on
I’ll be busy to greet the child of the revolution
Tomorrow night he will take birth
I will blow on the pipe
My friends will dance in his honour
The cloud will be raining the rain of flowers
The sky will smile and drop down the pieces of pearls
The breeze will begin to blow upon the valley
The lark will come down to the earth
Singing the celestial song
The angel will come with a towel to wrap him up.
Let us all greet the child
That will be born tomorrow
Through the wombs of our mothers
Let us keep him living
Maybe he will hoist the flag of our liberation. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
From Day to Day
From day to day
I’ve been going to be a mountain
With crags, ice, green trees, yellow soil
And hard hills
And with this
I’ve been losing my human entity
Maybe by the coming winter
I’ll turn bald as a dead tree. 0 0 0
A Flock of Birds
A flock of birds is flying
From tree to tree
Whispering a talk from ears to ears
The talk of coming storm.
Who are there to break down his abode
Before the storm overturns it?
But let me build my home
In the heart of my people living in this vale
And hence is my struggle against myself. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
There is No Time
There is no time
To turn the eyes
From left to right
Every throbbing of the soul
Echoes the hunger of the street children.
Every inhalation stinks the sweat of the peasants
Every exhalation emits hot sighs
There is no time to give the least repose to the eyes. 0 0 0
Why Do You Call Me Forth
Why do you call me forth
To the front battle?
I am already in the middle of a campaign
Around me, there are crowds of soldiers
Every soldier wears the same dress
Who my colleagues are
And who my foes are
I know not.
Once my friend said:
War is for man against man
And it is because- I am in the war
I know not-
Whether I will be able to overcome my foes
Or my foes will overcome me.
Yet I am fighting
Because fighting is my religion. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Don’t Shed Sighs
Don’t shed sighs
Here also burns the fire
The fire of endless hopes.
Who are you in the dark
Setting light on a lantern?
Leave the spot soon
Here everybody fears the light
Here everybody is taught-
How to love utter darkness. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Foreseen
In the cloudy weather of yesternight
I got the tincture of to-night
And tonight I foresee:
What tomorrow night will be.
But what would be gained by this prophecy?
War causes destruction
Yet we wage it. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Our World
This is our world
Made up of dappled pain
The meaning of which is a riddle
Like a language without vowels
Or like a curriculum of a dead language. 0 0 0
Don’t Compel Me
Do not compel me to hear
The story of the land of the rising sun
Once I myself wanted to be an endless source of light.
Who knows-
In the orphan monastery
To-night there will take birth a child
He will be the prophet of the century
He will have no voice of his own
He will only pronounce the voices of ours
Yet during his lifetime, he will be tortured by all of us
They will whisper ears to ears-
Who is his father?
Is he not a bastard? 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
No Matter
Whether you recognize a day as a day
Or night as a night
It is not a matter
A day is always a day
The night is always night
Though you fail to recognize. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
I Want
I want a world
Devoid of hate and enmity
Full of fraternity.
I want a society
Full of love and affection
Devoid of diversity.
I want a land
Devoid of high and low
Full of equality.
I want friends
Devoid of barbarity
Full of humanity.
I wish my brothers and sisters
To grow like men
Here, there and everywhere. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Song of the Deprive Citizens
Shiver! the deprived citizens
A farce in the name of Democracy
If it is the play of merriment
The sky would fall down.
The craggy mountain
Where the clean fountain glides from
Would carry down the bloody water.
The zephyr that blows unto us
Through the hot sea
Would blow accompanied with storms
Perhaps like an axe or flag
To welcome a newer world. 0 0 0
I Envisage
I envisage him
In the oasis
I ask him about the state of poetry
He keeps silent
And in turn, he asks me-
What is the course of the green world? 0 0 0
The Smiles of Pathos
Everywhere is fire
The sweet shower of summer is also wearisome.
He is at the front door
Her oven is still cool
As if the sky with all its emptiness
Comes down to her lap.
She smiles to conceal her woes
But they drop down being the songs of pathos. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Intoxicated Time
What an intoxicated time!
The heart-throbs
In the damp juncture of river and sea
The soul dips underground
In the blank field of humanity
All are laid dead
Like heaps of dead mice died of epidemics. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
My Pen
My pen
As if the sun of the sky
Subordinate to the diurnal course of the world
Unable to make day or night itself
Though it struggles to enlighten the cells of times to come. 0 0 0
Love
In the abysmal depth of your sea
I have sunk down
Without being conscious of it
Since the day you have bloomed
You taught me the creed of love.
Now in the light of the lantern
I am invisible to myself.
The heat of your love is my only companion
Though I am dead now
I cannot avoid my reminiscence. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
He is Dead Now
I have heard her crying
And then whining
For a plate of food.
And then have seen her falling into sleep
That knows no breaking.
I have also heard the throbbing of her heart
When she lost all her mystery
In the dense jungle of mankind
In broad daylight. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
My Life
My life is made of the dreams
Of coming future
I have no past, no present
All are smoky
I have been living with my future only.
My dream is my world
And the world is my dream
A flaming story having no end. 0 0 0
A Flock of Armed Birds
In the moonlighted mid-night
A flock of birds came down to the earth
Their hands were arrayed with bows and arrows
I was afraid of-
Lest they would attack me
I heard their whispering among themselves-
We must fight against the bald mountains. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
About a Tree
Once a hilly friend of mine
Sent me a letter
Through the letter
He informed me of a tree
The tree was upon the peak of the Himalayas
It could walk.
Nobody knew the tree
My friend was its owner
But he had never seen it.
He invited me to inaugurate the tree
For mankind. 0 0 0
The Boy
The boy wished to be a gust of rain
A gust of rain to cleanse the trash and rubbish
He wished to be a shower of heavenly rain
To wash off the stigmas of civilization.
To cool the hot pain of human bellies
He wished to be a hilly spring. 0 0 0
I But Can’t Say
I but cannot say-
Whom I love
It is the time for the sun rising
I cannot loiter more
Yester-night
The butterflies whispered to my ears:
The new sun of tomorrow is yours. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
Three Lined Verses
(The idea of Three Lined Verses has been derived from a genre of Japanese poetry called ‘Haiku’ which consists of only three lines, each line of which is composed of seventeen letters- expressing and depicting the phenomena of nature with its changing varied colours. The simplicity of style and theme is its distinguished features. But in my Three Lined Verses, the strictness of seventeen letters in each line has been broken consciously and an element of love besides the theme of Nature has been added to it. The themes are personalized. Its rhyme scheme is kept, like Haiku, as – a b b.)
(1)
Oh! How beautiful the bird is
Sings the song of immortality
Her melody is blessed by divinity.
(2)
How green, how wavy, how charming!
The ocean of moonlit bathed night
Infinite beauties lie on banks of it.
(3)
My inborn friendship is always with you
The Queen of all the flowers bathed in dew
O Rose, lull my feelings so fresh and new.
(4)
The day goes down and the night follows
Like the passing of spring and coming of summer
And patronizes my painful heart with full favor.
(5)
As the moon- bathed starry yesternight
Soothed my woe-full heart, I dreamt a dream
You came to my courtyard being my bride.
(6)
The flock of flying birds
Who does not like- tell me
Look how beautiful is the bee!
(7)
Last night a purple sparrow passed flying
Lulling our pain-stricken heart with songs
I am eager to hear again its sweet tongue.
(8)
Keep busy with the sheep in the pasture
Here there is the endless green lawn
Enjoy playing with the dappled fawn.
(9)
Upon the yellow peak of the hillock
The sun pours down its golden ray
As if it is the king of the green bay.
(10)
For you, I can swim across the ocean
At mid-night also I can visit the forest
For your love so soothing, so modest.
(11)
Corals are found plenty in the sea
Why do you seek them in the sky
In vain don’t soar up so empty high.
(12)
Sun, where do you get so bright light
Dear sun tell me please, please tell me
A flash of your light makes me happy.
(13)
What a piece of beautiful lotus!
That blooms in my little pond
Offering joy it dances in the wind.
(14)
Riding on the long road of sun rays
I would like to visit the far-off sky
To play with the showers go by.
(15)
Have you forgotten our tete-a-tete?
We had by the bank of the vale
The daisy bloom bright on its dale.
(16)
How! heart touching the scene is
In the light of the morning sun
When glistens the dew silvern.
(17)
Come on the bird, herald of peace
Perch on my bower, o my dove
Sing and stay here long don’t move.
(18)
The world with green trees and flowers
Is everybody’s benevolent mother
Let your sons live in peace like brothers.
(19)
Shillong, the eastern mother of beauty
Full of red, green, purple plain hills
Both winter and summer full of chill.
(20)
Spring fly, don’t leave and tarry a little
Once again let me play with thee
Please give me thy sweet company. 0 0 0
Under the Starry Sky
*The End*
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