ANEETA
CHITALE
Gypsy
I saw a
gypsy
By the
side of- Pharaoh’s in Egypt
So
scintillating was her headgear adorned
With
silver and gold coins
She
walked in poise as she
Skirted
her long Egyptian Gypsy Trails
Clad in
……
Myriad
colours and mystique stance
She
walked round the tall big
Pharaoh’s
and Pyramids
Lost in
archaic time
Maybe she
had
To find
her answers
Buried
deep, lost in vicissitudes of time!
She gazed
at her ‘Crystal Ball’
Intonating
with chimes
And
walked away,
As if The
Pharaoh’s would breathe to life
And she
would find
The
secrets of life!
In tombs
one lived a life
After
death,
So the
tale of Pharaoh’s tell
So exotic
and ephemeral
In times
they lived!
I stood
behind, the tombs
Struck in
awe and wonder
I too
looked at The Pyramids
Forever
thinking
Why The
Kings, The Pharaoh’s lay
In
majestic tombs?
Each
bespoke
A story
of it’s reign
In Egypt!
Waiting
to breathe to life
Perhaps…..I
think
May be
the winds knew the secret!
The Gypsy
too bespoke
A truth!
They
would rise to rule
In glory
of their tribe!
To live
in a mirage
Of time
travel
Of
battles fought long ago, to recount
Glory in
the Aquarian age!
To tell
the story, to the spirits
And
mankind
I
wondered, if the dead would rise
From the
sand dunes?
In time travel…….
I
followed her
To the
streets of Baghdad, in Samara
by the
river, Tigris
The sun
had set, and she carried
Frankieinsence,
burnt briquettes
In a
silver ‘Bakhoor’
She
trailed it’s incense and peacock feathers
In the
bazaars and wadi’s of
The old, den
of Caliph!
She
spelled her charms and
Wore her
talisman, her amulets
Intricately
designed,
Bedounian
styled
Whispering
to herself….
Secret
messages
Of the
wind and the water!
She wore
Orthoceras dagger ring,
Long and
crafty Omani style
Decked in
Aqeeq Red Rings
Bejewelled
her- all ten fingers
With
cats’ eye and moonstones
She wore
her long ‘Black Abeya’
Puffed in
lingering scents
Clinging
to her bosom, her Arabic perfumes
Adorned
with Egyptian silver cuffs,
And ten
toe nails, covered in Bedounin’s maze
I
followed her in awe and wonder
Like a
man in trance
Dare not
ask her my………
Good
fortune!
I think,
she was…. my Talisman !
Who took
me to
The
streets of Baghdad!
Three Witches !!!
The
Atlas Shrunk!
First
Witch:
When shall we. three meet again?
When the
northern lights are dimmer, caribou sledges have frosted,
Winds are
chilly, nights are darker-
And
jackal’s howls, ugly bats echo “clicks”…..
Second
Witch :
When
shall we, three meet again?
When the
hourly, bourly’s done and battles lost and won…
In thick
fog, froth, in dizzy spells-
Jackal’s
howls and bats, echo “clicks”,
We will
die the cast, grotesque!
and
Thrive in
malice,
When,
the streets of- New York- Madrid-and Rome-
The
citadels of rich art and culture, have
Laid to
rest!
Once they
were, pride n worthy sites
Now lay
silent! -
Becoz of
deceit!
Utter
treachery and malice
All in
disguise!
Thrid
Witch:
When
shall we, three meet again?
When we
slander, and humans will falter,
Foul is
fair, fair is foul, faith is faint and air is filthy!
No
dagger, no swords, no bombs
No
splinters, no wounds-
to bear
No marks,
no moans-
All in
bloodless coup!
We we’ll
slay!
Fair is
foul! And ‘Masks’ are worn!
No oaths
sworn….
People
will shun…..
and
….When
the hurly, burly is done,
People are maligned, breathes are mingled, speech is
slurred…
Humans
are feeble and life sucks!
We will
rejoice!
The world
is in seizure….
“The
Atlas shrunk!”
Humans:
Narrator
Time
ceased to exist-people got ready to go, somewhere
but went nowhere!
Nowhere
to go, no one to greet or hug,
It was a
plight.
Life was
marooned, stock markets fell…
Trillions
were gone, with in a blink of eye
People
had no jobs, lost estates…empires…..
Dollars ,
Pounds, Yen , Rouble all fell ….
But
‘Yuan’ rose by leaps and bound!
It was a
fearful journey of life- for mankind!
Where the
death danced,,,,,,hovered!
No
victory songs, no battles won,
No
melodies played no symphony made!
Minds
were lulled, by bizzaire minds…
Of
cunning jackals –
All in
disguise- “Virus -from China, Wuhun”
Spread
like plague- Pandemic COVID 19-
Trailed
round the globe -
In a
‘Ghost Ship’….
Where no
eagles dared!
No birds
chirped, no heifers sang, no falcons flew….
In
seamless skies
It was a
dance –of life and death, hope- a flicker!
The saviour’s
of life, struggled day n night!
Life was
so precious, to be alive – was the price to pay!
Vain
people could be so ruthless, all perpetrators……
Appeared
in a ‘Ghost Ship!’
They
weren’t aliens…….
But from
the same planet!
One
million dead, that was what they told
The
coffins were nailed, but wreaths were solemn…
Such was
life…on “Black Friday “…in
The cruellest
month of April Year: 2020
The world
is in seizure….
“The
Atlas shrunk!”
Aneeta
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Rhapsody!
By the
fenugreek twigs-
When the
humming bird calls
The rice
pods sways
Deep in
the mud beds
Cascades
tumble by the
Hillside
dale
Gamut of
stars
Afloat on
the clouds!
As the
sunsets
The mind
rests
In sweet
repose
In
quietude….
As one
traverses….
The
leaves, gently caress
By the
hand as
The steps
hasten
Azimuth!
The
chestnut bend
The
solemn traveller
Passes
by-
In
rhapsody!
ANEETA
CHITALE
ANEETA
CHITALE is an avid reader an ardent poet at
heart. Many of her poems are published in International Journals. Nature has
always fascinated her. Aneeta says, she is very delighted to showcase her work
in: OPA – JULY for Year 2020, at OPA- E
Journal International. Recipient of World Poets Gold Star Award, from
Kazakhstan- where 67 Countries across the world had participated. She has
appeared in International E-magazine, European edition January -Atunis Galaxy Year 2020. She has
been featured in ‘International Poetry Anthology, Atunis for year 2020. Her
Poems ‘Himalayas’ , ‘Love’, Spring Dance’ & ‘Elixir’ are widely read. She
pursues an eclectic style in her penmanship. She is the Academic Director at
ADIS near Satara and works on ‘Start up Projects’ for schools. Post graduate, in English Literature from the
Pune University, she made her career as an educator. She has worked for fifteen
plus years She has worked in India, in UK, Maldives and Sultanate of Oman. She
loves working with children. She has recently published her debut novel
“Sojourn to Maldives”. She has made her foray in the writing world, by penning
her novel on the international relations and adventure. Her novel is globally
published on Amazon. Also available on KINDLE & KOBO.
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