Lunar Eclipse

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“Was it the twinkle of the faint star, Or the eclipsed moonbeam”

The pale moon ushers,

Freckled with dim scars.

The dark night, shrouded by a frosted sheath,

Readies for an earthly carnival.

Under the ashen sky, cars honk,

Bodies huddled together, bemused, waiting

Ensnared by the night’s girth.

Was it the twinkle of the faint star,

Or the eclipsed moonbeam,

Waxing and waning, taking in their mismatched steps

Their sugar-coated small talks?

We have long recycled our fairy tales,

The city beeps in customized ringtones.

Somewhere, from the night’s dark trenches,

Pixie dust gathers around the bodies, on the cars

Getting ready to roll down the streets.

The pixie dust, dotting our eyes,

Lingering on our lips, swirling, surrendering.

 

Note: Written today, September 27, while witnessing the marvels of a lunar eclipse in a local state park in Omaha, Nebraska. An event that took place after more than three decades and turned us to awed spectators for a brief moment or two.

Image source: Morguefile.com

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The Drunken Lovers’ Song

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Image source: Lopa Banerjee

For all those short wintry days, sheathed under

The soft blanket of the setting sun, they met,

Under the misty halo of twilight.

Their hands clasped, their tongues tied

Under the spell of the faint, blinkings rays

Of the hibernated sun,

Zipped by the pale, urgent moonlight.

They met, they wandered, withered with the moon,

In their own planet, love, the only language of the living.

 

The sky, a euphoria of lofty colors

Threw sparks upon their faces.

They looked up, and down,

Coiled in each other’s faces, sitting

Rapt beside a drunken, luscious river,

Counting baby faces in the translucent water bodies.

The faces, playful, indolent, unbound, never knowing

The toxins, foul smells, the ground zero of the city.

They laugh, rolling, rippling, flowing,

Tiny petals of music, poetry and love,

Fingers kissing dewdrops, evolving

Into a saga of childhood love,

Twinkling dim, blinking out, withering away.

In a tangle of two souls, spread out

Like a flowered skirt, the drunken lovers

Surrendered their lavender blossoms.

The stale night whispered, venom sprung

Out of the earth’s crust.

And while the green pastures waxed and waned

With the pale, cold moon,

Deadly ghosts spitting misery, trampled over

Their flesh, bones and honeyed dreams.

The drunken lovers and the moon, consumed in embrace

Quivered, fluttered wings  beneath the deadening cacophony.

The river called them out in ripples

And the unwavering smell of love.

And they gripped, grouched in the dark planet,

Love, the only language of the living.

(C) Lopa Banerjee. October 23, 2014

Mountain Reverie: My First Photo Essay at Cafe Dissensus Everyday

Wikipedia says about photo essay: “A photo essay or photographic essay is a set or series of photographs that are intended to tell a story or evoke a series of emotions in the viewer. A photo essay will often show pictures in deep emotional stages. Photo essays range from purely photographic works to photographs with captions or small notes to full text essays with a few or many accompanying photographs. Photo essays can be sequential in nature, intended to be viewed in a particular order, or they may consist of non-ordered photographs which may be viewed all at once or in an order chosen by the viewer.”

I had first come across the term photo essay while taking a seminar level course in experimental nonfiction writing, and there, my tryst with a few essays including ‘A Postcard Memoir’ by Lawrence Sutin first sparked my interest in attempting to write that kind of short, crisp memoir accentuated by a series of pictures. Sutin’s essay was marked by crisp, richly layered prose inspired by pictures which portrayed slices of everyday life, including a newborn in his mother’s lap, a tropical garden and a potato-chip factory with school kids touring the premises, and a portrait of a man and his son. After reading a few more photo essays, I was more intrigued into writing this form of essay through which I would be able to relate to some immensely emotional or spiritual moment, a moment of epiphany or a moment of euphoria through the conscious effort of dissecting pictures. One such profound moment struck me this year during our two day trip to the mighty Yosemite National Park, northern California this summer.

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My first photo essay, ‘Mountain Reverie: A Surreal Cavas at the Yosemite National Park’ that has appeared at Cafe Dissensus Everyday, the blog of Cafe Dissensus journal, is my humble attempt at nature writing based on this very trip. Hope some of you will find time to read and comment on it:

http://cafedissensusblog.com/2014/08/23/mountain-reverie-a-surreal-canvas-at-the-yosemite-national-park/