Blooming Blossoms: A Book of Poems

By Saroj K. Vohra

Blooming Blossoms is an ensemble of poems inspired by a variety of events, including the death of a very close and dear family member. Almost every poem tells a moving story based on a lifetime worth of varying relationships. Some passages are joyful, while others may carry despair. Nevertheless, they are lyrical, demonstrating an uncanny knack

• Language: English
• Publisher: URLink Print & Media, LLC
• Release date: Jun 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781647533991

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Blooming Blossoms

Copyright © 2020 by Saroj K. Vohra. All rights reserved.

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2020910684

ISBN 978-1-64753-398-4 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64753-399-1 (Digital)

09.06.20

Appreciation

To Elly, my beloved wife - a peaceful gentle warrior with a selfless loving heart who was genuine in all her endeavors.

To the many other members of my family and friends who helped to make Blooming Blossoms possible.

To Mrs. Tina Leonard for her valuable help.

Mrs. Stella Abensur deserves my special gratitude for her contributions and suggestions.

All Proceeds from this book will be donated to the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.

Contents

Appreciation

A Late August Day

A September Night

A Stealth Intruder

An Ensemble

Clown

Cowards and Valiant

Dalhousie

Depraved

Early morning Travel

Egotism

Encounter in the Caribbean

Evening at a Dancing Bar

Forever Gone

Glorious night

I Miss You Mom

I Salute You

I still love you

I want to be a child again!

Infidelity

Intricate Love

Keep-on Going

Lies

Man

Marriage in Heaven

My Eyes Long for Her Sprite

My Life’s Tale

Nothing

Ode to Books

Oh Death, I pray to thee.

Oh Lord! Please help me

Old Age is a Bane!

One Spring Evening

Pantheon of Sorrow

Perpetual Motion

Progression of Life

Rendezvous

Retirement

She is like…

Since the day you went away from me

Since

Solitude

Soul’s Reunion

Spring is Here

Surprise

The Biggest Fraud

The Essence of Life

The First Time

The Graveyard

The Specter

The Sun

The World

Travel

True Love Never Ends

Truth and Lies

Twilight Years

Ultimate Ecstasy of Our Love

Valiantly My Love Lives

War

What I Heard Him Say

Where Are You

Where Did We Go Wrong?

Where there is

Why, Why, Why

Your Love

A Late August Day

When the alarm rang, I awoke in the dark on a windless morn.

At five o’clock, there was approximately an hour left to the dawn.

I swung my feet on the floor and walked down to the foyer gingerly.

After a few morning chores, I sat down in the kitchen with a cup of tea.

With ebony like magnificence, the outside looked resplendent.

The moon and stars were fast fading and sunrise was almost imminent.

The first rays of sun appeared, heralding the beginning of a new day.

As the new orb of sun started to rise, it lit the eastern skies ablaze.

Early morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen windowpane,

Still punctuated with drops of water from the past week’s rain.

It was August end.

The sun had been truant.

For a week, the moon had not been seen.

To see the shining orbs, everyone was keen.

The outside air had a warmth to it that hung still, harsh and dry.

The birds were singing songs of mirth under the clear azure sky.

After a week of truancy, the sun was strong and the air shimmered.

Invisible rays rose from the tar and the road glittered.

The heat of the morning had started to build up and I could feel it.

Where the sky leans to kiss the earth, lightning flashed, and I could see it.

Murky clouds that had pulled apart yester-eve were gathering again.

It was apparent that soon the sky would burst open gushing torrential rain.

Lightning crackled out of the sky in flashes looking like an angry serpent,

Accompanied by claps of raucous thunder slamming out of heaven.

In divine retribution, the storm howled its fury,

Littering the terrain with fallen limbs and debris.

When lightning brought its serpentine dance-show to a halt,

And the unusual percussion beyond the clouds came to a stop,

Clouds were fluttering in the sky helter-skelter.

The evening was streaming with summer swelter.

By the time it stopped raining, the sunset and evening had melded into darkness.

I was overcome with this eerie feeling that eternity had welded with nothingness.

Dissonated by merciless evocation of loneliness, I saw myself giving into despair.

Suffering from lack of love, I slid into self-pity and threw a few punches in the air.

All alone on this night with quickened breathing and a pounding heart,

Twitching eyelids trembling, and my face cloaked in sweat and burning hot,

Fear scampered my spine, nausea crippled me and incessantly my head throbbed.

With a dull ache of trepidation, my clavicle swelled like rivulets meandering over rocks.

When the cloud cover completely lifted, it gave way to a hypnotic night.

A gibbous moon was effulgent, and the stars were burning bright.

An awful awakening made itself known to me.

0n this night, I did not want to be lonely.

I did not wish to spend another restless night arguing with myself,

While struggling with my debilitating insecurity and loneliness.

Part 2

Although I had not been interested in a man for a long time,

A need had been growing for someone in my tumultuous mind.

Longings with ravenous madness had been brewing under the surface,

Desires needed to be aroused and released after breaking the surface.

Emotionally dead, I had been numb for quite some time,

Craving a handsome man with a blooming youth and a steely mind.

I desired someone to lie alongside me to caress the discrete curves of my body,

Light a spark, kindle a fire and make the flames burn hot and bright inside me,

Make my palms sweaty and heartbeat accelerate,

Rekindle my desires for a tryst, ardent and passionate,

Putting an end to my chronic lingering heartache,

As well as a surfeit of nights lying half awake.

For long, I had been pouncing at loneliness and loneliness had been eating me.

I needed someone who could entwine me in his arms and create an excited frenzy.

Hum soft, sweet tunes that float across the air like a flying trapeze,

So, I could fall into a long, deep and well-deserved restful sleep.

Laying pensively on my moonlit bed, pondering over my insecurity and loneliness,

I decided to pray, hoping that reciting a benediction may leave me less helpless.

"Oh Lord! On this clear and balmy night,

With the moon and stars shining bright,

Send someone to make me clench my fists on the side,

And for a while, stop everything including time and tide."

Sometime during the invocation, I fell asleep.

When I awoke in the afternoon, my mind was at peace.

The skies were clear, the storm had blown away.

The sun was shining, and it was a magnificent day.

A September Night

On a balmy, hypnotic and seductive September night,

Hormones were on a rampage and the hearts insane.

Shackles of insanity and irrationality held them so tight,

Their desires and longings they found tough to contain.

Inexplicable emotions momentarily flooded and congested their chests before they faded,

Tempests of desires hurriedly stormed and throbbed their hearts before they abated.

Pining invaded their beings from all sides,

Flames of lust rose and fell like Spring and Neap tides.

Salaciousness eclipsed normal behavior and prim thought.

In a downward spiral of libidinous carnality, they got caught.

In every inch of their body, a bright fire of passion was burning.

Their intertwined bodies were exploding with longing and churning.

Bumps and bends on the highway of love, they failed to negotiate.

Into potholes of lubricity and prurience, they drove fast and straight.

His blooming youth and her glowing beauty were a deadly combination.

It pushed them into the inescapable and steely grip of sexual gratification.

To satisfy their chronic amorous cravings and insatiable thirsts,

They caressed their body parts and explored their discrete curves.

Trapped inside their own web of hedonistic pleasures,

They devoured each other in search of forbidden treasures.

Like a pair of Guinea pigs who thought they had nothing to lose,

They made love with the wild abandon of two teenage youths.

What they considered unadulterated love,

In fact, it appeared to be a kind of sexual buzz.

A restless minds’ nonsensical fixation,

Or perhaps youth’s impetuous obsession.

Part 2

Within three weeks after they enjoyed their soiree,

She realized her biological mechanisms had gone awry.

After a delayed periodic process sounded alarms in her mind,

Her body started to experience changes of an unfamiliar kind.

She noticed tenderness in her breasts and swelling in her limbs.

With nausea and morning sickness, also came mood swings.

She experienced new sensations inside her,

And she set about the new changes with vigor.

Realizing from now on her life may not be the same,

She started to prepare herself for the impending change.

An appointment with the family doctor, she promptly arranged.

When the pregnancy test confirmed she was carrying his child,

Neither did she panic, nor was she shocked or surprised.

Soon after, wedding vows and rings were exchanged.

At the ceremony, gazing deep into her eyes, he said, I love you to the moon and back and will support you and our family till perpetuity.

With moist eyes, she replied, You are my soul and a permanent resident in my heart. We shall never be apart, and I shall love you till eternity.

Part 3

When she broke the news that she had a bun in the oven,

Members of her family hoped she would opt for an abortion.

They all went into a state of deep shock,

As the baby was conceived out of wedlock.

Attempts were made to convince her to terminate the pregnancy.

She was told, "You are too young to have a baby, motherhood is not easy.

Through our family’s contacts and connections,

Means are available for the pregnancy termination."

She resolved that neither would she destroy the fetus in her womb,

Nor to undesirable pressure of other people, would she succumb.

She decided to go through the gestation with vigor, keep the baby,

Make it a positive experience and find joy in her pregnancy.

She considered the fluttering movement in her belly

As one of the most magical moments of pregnancy.

Not only did she marvel at the moves and kicks of her child,

But she also bore the pangs of labor with dignity and style.

When she heard the vagitus of her newborn,

With rapture, in million pieces her heart was torn.

The first time she saw their daughter’s beautiful face,

She thanked the Lord for His bounties and infinite grace.

When the infant’s body latched skin to skin to her own,

She felt as if she were hugging a fairy with the face of a moon.

When she suckled her baby,

She was filled with ecstasy.

When they brought home the pride and joy of their lives,

An angel came into their home; a goddess into their lives.

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