In Love We Trust


Three poems ~ excerpts from Trips and Trials https://www.amazon.in/Trips-Trials-Selection-Poems-Songs/dp/938441152

Six poems online http://thepunchmagazine.com/the-byword/poetry/love-a-trilogy-and-other-poems

L-R Amrita Tripathi, Meeta Sengupta and Sanchit Goel with the writer, on 13th December 2018

A Trilogy

Copyright Sketch of the writer in 1984 by Sibabrata Tripathi

I

Molten pools, liquid fire
dancing in mischief,
recollections of joy.
Ablaze with passion
of a deep-rooted anger
at mankind’s inhumanity.
Softly aglow
with love’s special light,
bedimmed, moist,
once the passion’s spent.
Truly the poets have spoken:
Eyes reflect the soul.

II

Sunlight
peeping through crevices
into a darkened room,
Dewdrops
glistening in the morning sun,
Starlight
beckoning into the mystical beyond,
Raindrops
caressing my face
in a light evening shower,
Your eyes are all this to me.

III

Injustice still stalks the earth untamed,
I sense your pain, the futility of it all
each time you walk through the door
my words freeze, suspended mid-air.
The day’s events shrivel,
forlorn, unsung,
Exiled forever.
But I do not despair,
Life goes on.
We now find peace
in pregnant silence,
sipping tea on the terrace,
so civilized,
growing older tentatively.
Your eyes flicker, mine respond-
so much is left unsaid
for another time, another day.
ls it already too late?
How am I interpret this transition?
With the mercy of a Woman
or the sudden anguish
Of a Child?

***

Lost Sunsets

Will you miss me when I am gone?
The soft curve of my wrinkled cheek,
My fragrance at dawn?
Will you recall all the moments
Of our family,
Travel, laughter and song,
Listening to melodies in alien lands?
Or will you frown, reflecting upon my constant need
For perfection, in an imperfect world?
Idealistic, frantic, seeking approval,
Always placing others’ needs, before our own?
Will you miss the moments we missed
As we plodded on, decade by decade?
In the quiet shadow of evensong, I ask you
Do you miss me while I am still here?
I apologise for all our lost sunsets,
But you owe me too….words, words of faith.

The Trailing Wife 

My entrance beside him,
Ivory brocade Banarasi saree,
glittering jhumkas,
golden bangles, jingle jangle
rings on my fingers and toes,
Elicit nods,
Affirmative Words,
Power by Default
begets Cocktail smiles.
Apologies!

Stalwart, feisty
in the realm of
unknown gods,
goddesses,
repeat after me
or him, or her,
“Really, but really, not really?”
Non-sequitur
Discourses
I listen
often in covert disdain.

Two steps back
Halt!
Guilty as charged –
Non-Designated Person.

Futile moments reflect
Academia interrupted,
Hemingway, Neruda,
missing you.

Converse non-political,
Smile social.
The milieu insensitive
Ignorant, askew.

Heart beats
Mark time,
Crescendo chatter.
I falter, gasp
Puffs of air
Smother, choke,
No exit too near,
Fall in line.
The Trailing Wife’s
Life
Undefined.

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Published by Jayshree Misra Tripathi

Jayshree, as the eldest of five daughters, includes her maiden surname 'Misra' in her writing. She lived a nomadic life from 1986 till 2015, as the wife of a career foreign service officer in the Indian Civil Service. She has written from across three continents - as a freelance journalist, teacher and poet. Jayshree followed up her MA in English (Literature) from Delhi University (1978), with a Post Graduate Diploma in Human Rights Law from the National Law School of India University, Bengaluru (Distance Education programme, 2001). She has taught English Language and Literature, been an examiner in English for the Diploma of the International Baccalaureate Organisation and was their trained Consultant for the DP & CP. She worked briefly in the print media, in Delhi, during the mid-80s.

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