Showing posts with label Manoranjan's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manoranjan's. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Monsoon magic

A poem written in admiration and celebration of the spirit of Mother Nature, especially the beauty of rain forests of Western Ghats mountain ranges of southern India, which occupies a great place in Sangam Tamil literature and is popularly called as the "Kurinji landscape".

Monsoon magic

Where'd it be, where'd it descend first?
On the milky white of coffee flower?
On my nose, scanning, sniffing seventh heaven?
Maybe on a rufous fruit of swarming sandalwood?
Or, on the angry blooms of flame of the forest?
Oh! Await too, the young leaves of sweet almond.
Would it be on *Nishâkânthi expecting its midnight?
Where’d it be, the first drop of this monsoon?
Would it be on the amorous rose-ringed parakeets?
Where’d it be, the elixir churned out of high heavens?

*Miân Ki Malhâr on *Sârangi. Or is it on *Dilrubha?
A menacing cloudscape hangs overhead
Dheem, dheem, dheena, dheem, plays the *Tabla.
A peafowl, the albino, struts through ostentatiously.
Against hooting gale, holds proudly its erected pride.
The lemon grass struggles to hold its ground.
A warty croaky bullfrog’s melody booms through reeds.
A wading pond heron awaits its catch.
A juvenile barbel chinned catfish hits surface.
Within a whisker of pick, between ‘em falls the debut drop.

Two, three, few, more, millions, zillions.
Pricks the pristine waterface, the raindrops bullion.
Bamboo groves sway, the rainstorm rattles.
Threaten to snap off, mountain-bee hives, rain slaps.
Their waxy wax tongues drool over.
Heaven earth lock lips, the love showers down.
Flash of *Malabar lightning, crash of *Lankan thunder.
Rhythmic drum of raindrops on red plantain leaves.
Clamor of paradisal music bears nude sense of Nirvana.
A *Nilgiri Langur drenches with kinsfolks, baby in lap.

Fills my nostrils, a gingerly aroma of ginger coffee.
*Unni sings *Nâdhalôludai, a *Kalyâna Vasantham.
The scent of mossy carpets on my beloved mangosteen,
Weds with the whiff of pale yellow-green clove tree lichens.
An urge kindled in, browse I through memory racks,
Evoking every hidden cherished childhood odors.
As lover’s tender hearts, downpour mates with noble soil.
Ploughing rainsperms chant mystic mythical sacred syllable.
Invoking an ancient charm, opening out the beauty trail.
Melts my soul, the soaked *sholascape’s essence in air.

Rapids of torrential floods, puberty to little singing brooks.
Nearby cascade roars anew, screams of height.
Falls heavy sculpting rocky pachyderms down.
Faraway cries of elephant herds. Rain bard tries tribal fusion.
On high wild *jumbos, nonsensical webs of wild great-vines.
On wild great-vines, parasitical orchids, honey-spurs on lips.
A twosome of two-tongued green vine-snakes hide under.
An amber tree frog crawls up, slips through rain fingers.
Male atop, hunting tree-hollow-pool for frogspawn kids.
Page after page, precipitation plume pens monsoon magic.

Spirited lightning remnant punctures cloud rucksacks.
Emptying heavenly treasure of watery diamonds.
Touch-me-not, touch-me-not, explode jewelweed balsams.
Touch-me, touch-me, persuade under-leaf shield-jewel bugs.
Cloudbanks trickle drop after another, bankruptcy filed.
Skies stand still. Clouds fade away. Trees rain still.
Water beads cow into tree fern’s spiral strangler fronds.
Drip, drip, drip! Sleepy coiled snails uncoil. Drip, drip, drip!
For every drop, playful trees free a mango squashing down.
Mynahs ruffle feathers, shake off rain game mischief.

Pleasing fragrance stray into mindscape.
A wayward squirrel nibbles at *Manoranjana.
The last drop of the day falls on its snout.
A crackajack jackfruit cracks wide open.
An ambrosial perfume seeps through cardamom plants.
Finer maidens’ bosoms alike, mountain summits.
*Kurinji littered emerald landscapes, grassland wonderland!
Waiting to bask in after-shower sunshine primer.
Where’d it be, where’d it descend first?
The first stream of honey colored gentle rays.

- M. Manoranjan, ©2009

  • Nishâkânthi: Epiphyllum (Epiphyllum oxypetalum), a cactus variety of South American origin, which bears strong fragrant white flower, that blossoms at midnight and lives only for a night.
  • Miân Ki Malhâr: A monsoon Râga in Hindustâni music (Indian classical music of North) tradition.
  • Sârangi, Dilrubha: Stringed musical instruments of northern India, played with a bow. Both instruments look a bit similar, but Dilrubha is subtler and more expressive than Sârangi.
  • Tabla: A pair of small Indian hand drums, a percussion instrument of North India.
  • Malabar: A region of southern India, lying between the Western Ghats mountain ranges and the Arabian Sea.
  • Lankan: Of the island nation Sri Lanka, then Ceylon, Sri Lankan.
  • Nilgiri: Blue mountain, gets its name thanks to the blue *Neelakurinji flowers, which dominate other flowering plants in the entire region at the time of blossom.
  • Langur: A long-tailed arboreal Asiatic monkey, distinguishable by its loud call.
  • Unni: Unni Krishnan, a singer in Carnatic music (Indian classical music of South) tradition.
  • Nâdhalôludai: A masterpiece composition in Carnatic music by Saint Thyagaraja (ca. 1750), which speaks about the beauty of Nâdha, the resonating sacred sound which is the core character of this cosmos encompassing from small infinity to large infinity.
  • Kalyâna Vasantham: A blissful Râga in Carnatic music.
  • Shola: A type of high-altitude stunted evergreen forest found only in the southern part of the Western Ghats mountain ranges of southern India. Patches of shola forest are usually separated from one another by undulating grasslands. Together the shola and grassland form the shola-grassland complex or shola-grassland mosaic.
  • Jumbo: Jambul, jamun or jambolan (Syzygium cumini), an evergreen tropical tree, native to Indian subcontinent, which bears a berry like thin dark black-purple skinned fleshy edible fruit. Wild jambolan (Syzygium fruiticosum), a wild variety, which grows tall and spotting huge monstrous trunk.
  • Manoranjana: Ylang-ylang (Cananga odorata), a tropical tree, which bears sweet-scented pale yellow-green flowers.
  • Kurinji: Neelakurinji shrub, Strobilanthes Kunthiana, which flowers once in twelve years and is the most popular one; Strobilanthes Sessilis, which flowers once in seven years. Both blossomed together in 2006, which occurs once in 84 years!

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Autumn landscape

A poem inspired by this year's autumn fall. I wanted to publish this poem on 20th Nov, but couldn't make it. It was such a pain to carry the poem in head without penning it down. It feels like floating in air when I managed to publish it finally. You can also hear this poem read by me in my YouTube channel mmanoba. The video is also found below the poem.


Autumn Landscape


My mind on mutiny of melodious muteness

Pathetic painful moronic oxymoron

Whistles she along with radio singer

Cheerful chauffeuse, drives me to her chateau

Backseat Oskar meditates on scenes pass by

Trains and station fade behind him

Serpentine roads and leaves strewn landscapes

Brumous fog or heavenly drizzle, hard to gauge

A gentleman on curly horse salutes us warmly

Passing him, changes she the gear


Stands there a golden couple of good old chateau

Kisses of welcome and knuckle crushing handshake

A decor of taste, surprise, awe and charm

Inches of them speak of her, her fondness, intellect

Every time I visit them, stand I with my eyes widened

Shameless pride in her proud father’s eyes

She the treasure not his chateau

Breakfast ready, drags she me to her terrace garden

Oskar leads us to the greenhouse, tail dancing

Her treasured orchidarium and my beloved orchids


Varieties of them and a little pond of wonder

Lotus and lily, pinks, yellows and whites

My blue lotus too, no Victoria, ask I, smiles she killingly

Bees, honey and bumble, ply between nectaries and hives

Hives assembled half in rest out, her prudent pick

Blows she on glass and wipes the vapor film

Scenic beauty rushes in yanking my breath away

Rising cliffs, rolling slopes, thick woods, green blanket under

Merry pair of cooing doves dives down and then jives up

My silent prayer, a heinous hope for a queerish pair


Falling crimson leaves attempt to imitate them

Her saddened heavy sigh mends the mist curtain

Her love for tea and her garden trees of autumn fall

Pin oak, golden maple, liquidambar, lists she crazily

Japanese persimmon, maple, Chinese pistache, tallow

Claret, golden ash, scarlet oak and then maidenhair

The color of your hair, my Xavi’s too, slips my tongue

Freezes her smile, gloomy stains across her face

Asks she my pardon rectifying her mien

Feeling remorse take I her supple hand


Longs she the touch lasts longer, for unknown eternity

What is on today’s menu, change I the subject

Alice in wonderland and little fishing, replies she gleamingly

Oskar jerks hearing the very word, shrills, tail goes crazy

Mushroom hunt, trout fishing, no bad menu for German Hund

Oskar the great, grand champion of black truffle hunt

Bamboo pannier, tools inside, angler’s angle, turf creel

Hardened slushy wild wood windy trails

Glued to it, red leaves, deep yellow, rotting brown

Myriad shapes, size, nature’s hand at mosaic art


Tranquil clear lakes, leaves littered ponds

Fallen fresh leaves decay drown down, rejuvenate surface

Broth like hot steam on surface, water fowls paddle, V behind

Riot of colors of autumn landscape, slothful sun above as well

Serenity bleeds, a distant remote shot injures stillness

Terrified flutterings of assorted wings, twice and again a gunfire

A Bean-shidh croons, darling bird’s plume in her hands

Frightened eyes, pounding soul, female of merry pair returns solo

Tragic numbness clogs up throats, tireless Oskar flirts with hares

Nature’s bounty basket full, ample catch of singing brooks


String of caterpillars, one behind other, journey to pupal homes

Autumn’s treasures in timber boats, gold leaves, dew diamonds

Scarlet leaves, rubies, mossy branches, worthy emeralds

Standing guard, coots and ducks, renounce posts now and then

Distant swan pair at love making, Oskar guides promenade back

Against her head, wishes she my shoulder, fogy veil falls heavy

The chateau manifests mightily, drifting amidst paradise mist

The chateau of delicious souvenirs, where I met Xavi first

Her grand aunt’s uncle’s only great-grandchild

The day I gifted them the love of Oskar, then pup


The chateau, it’s every bricks, I love, yes, every bricks

Every bricks but her adored violin and a photo by it

An image of mine trapped frozen in, shreds my heart, zillion cuts

Every time, her violin ends solo cries, theaters stand applauding

Few with bleary eyes, most with runny nose

No just music, she adept at, kitchen too her orchestral ground

Regal diné lies ahead, vin jaune, Beaujolais and dirty jokes

A week or so more to go

Far from Xavi, in bosom of a family, my friend of childhood

A splendid fair lady, researching net on Victoria lilies