Meghashyam: An Anthology of Poems: Poetry, #2

By Lopamudra Bandyopadhyay

Dreams, seen over the years, through the diaphanous veils of nebulous nights. Dreams, nurtured
and cherished with unbridled affection, enmeshed within visions of tender innocence. The forest,
the river, the gazebo, the palace and the temple speak in hushed tones of a love that is beyond
temporal denominations. A love that straddles the ephemeral epithets of time and space, and
conquers a lone wandering minstrel entrapped within its silken folds.

 

Meghashyam is the dark prince of luminous smiles, molten eyes, tranquil peacock feathers and
enigmatic flute notes. Meghashyam is a forgotten ballad of untrammelled passion excavated from
within the innermost recesses of eras smothered in infidelity. Meghashyam is one woman's quest
for a love that is the flickering flame of eternity in a mortal world enrobed in the darkness of
impermanence.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lopamudra Bandyopadhyay
• Release date: Nov 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223151005

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Lopamudra Bandyopadhyay

For my parents

Acknowledgements

MY PARENTS, ANJU BANERJEE and Kali Pada Bandyopadhyay, for love that cannot be expressed in words.

My family, Rita Deb and Sumit Deb, for their unwavering love and support.

Indrajit Medhi and Ashwini Ambekar, for being the kind of readers a writer dreams of.

Sohini Banerjee, for walking beside me through the years.

Serene Woods and Swapnil Chugh, for encouraging me ceaselessly in all my ventures.

Last, but not the least, all those who read my earlier book of poems and inspired me to write yet another one.

THANK YOU.

Contents

BOOK ONE: IN THE FOREST – 6.

Book Two: Beside the River – 30.

Book Three: Beneath the Gazebo – 52.

Book Four: In the Palace – 72.

Book Five: At the Temple – 91.

In the Forest

The Song of the Lone Wind Chime

A ballad composed in the rain,

Whispered through an opaque obscurity

That enfolds the senses;

An epic with its soul impressed upon myths,

Holding teardrops on lotus leaves

And withering sighs that ravage

The grey bosom of the mountain mist.

A tale that traverses through roads

Cascading like turbulent rivers;

A tale of a solitary man in white

In a forest of shivering trees,

And a woman lingering on in the blue rain.

A love born out of peacock feathers and golden notes,

A love that scorned the ferocity of time;

This is the ballad of ceaseless devotion,

This is the song of the lone wind chime.

In the Forest

A forest shimmering

Through cataclysmic blueness;

Footsteps measured and hushed,

I watch shadows quivering

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