Beauty of the Mind
Irradiated, iridescent, The mind is where Miracles happen Ceaselessly. Its energies synchronised & Its vibrations Resonant With that of the universe, The mind flows on, A river of opulence A forest of discoveries, An ocean of awareness Unto eternity..... The mind perseveres Through joy and sorrow Towards a cherished balance - That sublime moment of equanimity. The mind is where a Garden of Eden Blooms And Paradise is a visceral reality. The enchanted land of Shangri-La All the abodes of the Gods Is conceived in the mind. The mind is one With the forces Of the universe, Fathomless in its depths And infinite in its powers Of comprehension, Understanding, creative Abilities and beauty. The mind alone can Create a heaven out of hell Or transform a living hell Into heaven With its mysterious powers enshrined within...
Ganga As you follow Your heart To reach the ocean, The sky looks on Silent, In adoration ! In Topaz Turquoise. Azure Aquamarine & shades Of luminescence Your sky offers you Jewel-bright Hues, & you carry them In your bosom ! O Ganga, Ripples of your Cool waters Touched with Divine blues Has kept millions Across millennia Enthralled, Seeking and Findng blessings In you. For wherever you go You reflect the love received Green of forests, Ochre’d muddy hills White rock embankments The white of swallows dipping in For cool summer drinks. At Gaumukh In your Infancy Cradled in Earthy Tones You reflect Mother Earth's Deep love Her nurture, Her caring, Her nourishing home... Growing up A young maiden In bountiful forests You flow down, Traipsing, Dancing & Singing with the birds That the forests adorn. You trill Like the wind In a musical stream You gush and Fall Roaring Over mountainous And plains... You disappear in Unlikely terrain caves Or burrows To emerge Even stronger, with more resolve.
Praise be to You : That Within this fold of alchemic fusion I am Where Poets Transcend Into spaces Mysterious & joyous Making light of darkness deep. Praise be to You : That Even shadows Reveal Ways I am Blessed In my imperfect Flawed natural existence Rooted in earth's depths Flowing into mysterious spaces Making light of darkness deep. Praise be to You Today and forever That Within this fold Of alchemic fusion I am.
You can now touch The grief Out there, it is a thing A presence, A body of its own The mind - numb. Lines shear through The blinding gloom Erupting in Flames Frenzied departures Devoid of dignity One by one Rock solid Posts Fade away Ashes of the day Remain.
In this medley of smoke I am dissolving bit by bit Blessings in my wake, A zombie, I stare at the screen. In this catastrophic hour I am diffusing Into air My precious breath not mine alone Wonder ! I inhale, exhale.... In this minute of reckoning, Something in me joins the Departures, something In me, dies every minute. I rekindle some hope, some strength Out of thin air, and know I'll Keep churning till the last breath. Something in me accepts, Something cries, there are big Chunks of fear, lurking in dark corners I try to find the sun, I really try But then I think of trees Chopped away, mercilessly Like the women massacred And now oxygen ! Oh, oxygen....oxygen.... A country up in smoke I am dissolving bit by bit Blessings in my wake....
Restless New Leaves
(A Sestina) Red-earth-trails in dense foliage, so restless in spring, they traipse and prance! New young shoots, with their hearts on leaves, sway gently, ever so gently. A silken rustle stirs up desire, stirs up love, an ancient longing to break into song. Breaking boundaries, they meet, a song for each other on their lips. Restless as the truant breeze, they shake up conventions, shake up norms. New, the knots of their golden ties, a rustle of old wisdom in her gift of ivy leaves. Flowers adorn her hair, luminous leaves trail her slender form, as his song of spring fills her senses. The rustle of dry leaves, O how restless is the wind, it tugs at her heart in new ways she can't fathom. She looks up. The sky is silent, the sal stoic, up there, bright birds in tender leaves chirp their new melodies, singing ancient songs in different ways, their restless hearts ablaze. It is a musical rustle In blue and wheat. They rustle in a storm of emotions, freeing up tresses with abandon, a restless sea surging in them. Green gold leaves all around, their lyrical love songs winding in mazes of the heart, all new ! Red-earth-trails in glowing hearts, new ways they traipse and prance! Rustle of young steps, their hearts on song, sway gently, ever so gently. Looking up full of desire, their eyes luminous leaves veined with love, eternal, restless... Melodies play on and on, as restless new leaves rustle up song, the forest hums.
Smeetha Bhoumik is an artist, editor, poet, founder – Women Empowered-India (WE), 2016 and founding editor Yugen Quest Review, 2021. She is the author of poetry collections – Where I Belong -Moments, Mist & Song (2019), Return to Love – The Point of Poetry (2021), and Chief Editor of Equiverse Space -A Sound Home In Words (2018). Her poems feature in national and international journals and anthologies.
In art, her favourite theme is The Universe Series in oils depicting galaxies, star forming regions, mysterious energies of the universe. Her work has exhibited in India and abroad, notably at the Red Dot Miami, 2015, Oxford International Art Fair 2014, 2015, Parallax, London, 2013, Jehangir Art Gallery 2010, Academy of Fine Art, Kolkata 2011, 2012, Barcelona International Art Fair, 2014, in ten solo and forty five group shows.
Smeetha believes in creativity, equality and endorses a spirit of collaboration.