Introducing Radhika Soni

 

 

The Chalice Of Love

Your kiss has washed away like soil in a flood,
Your tender words, distant rumbles of a retreating train;
The letters you wrote with a quill dipped in blood, 
Flutter like stray leaves against my window pane;
Your vows have retreated like an ebbing tide;
Our sunny grove stands shrouded in lament;
Your silhouette has faded with the eventide,
The chalice of love lies empty and spent.

Echoes of Departure

The swallows fly South when harsh winds blow
But I stay here, with nowhere to go;
Wish I could be windborne and free,
Or float like driftwood out to sea.

The vacant boughs of willows mourn
Lamenting love's brief sojourn;
The sun leaps and drowns in the west
While this sorrow lingers in my chest.

Like wisps of smoke my days dissipate,
While winter's viols patiently wait
For spring to melt their frosted strings,
So the strains may soar upon love's wings.

As the lights flicker in the darkening sky,
I pine and ponder, heave a sigh;
Why is parting long yet love so brief,
Dwelling forever in towers of grief?

Stop all the Clocks 

Stop all the clocks, stop all humdrum,
Silence the warblers, their song and hum;
Bid the sun to just stand by
And the moon to remain in the starless sky.

He was my dusk, he was my dawn,
Stop all the clocks, now he is gone;
Quiet the hymns, the evensong,
I thought love would last, but I was wrong.

Stop the earth, its constant spin,
Wring the brooks, subdue the din;
Draw the blackest drapes in the sky,
Tell every star to shut its eye.

Cover the hills in blackest shrouds,
Unleash the rain from the darkening clouds,
Scrape the rainbow, call truth a lie;
Prepare the coffin, let me die.

          

(Title and poem inspired by W.H. Auden's poem)

As Golden Tresses Feather Through 

As golden tresses feather through
And gently with the wind they swerve,
They kiss the earth as they bid adieu,
To the boughs that held their joy and verve.

The mist that's hung low since morn,
Rises and to the boughs it clings,
Like clouds' head resting all forlorn,
On hilltops where birds rest their wings.

Why somberly the eyes perceive
An auburn scene that autumn drew?
A beauty does the nature weave
As golden tresses feather through.

A Solitary Spring's Melody 

The Tulip tree has grown new leaves,
Springtime has kissed its boughs;
Snow has forfeited the slumbering lakes
As a rift in clouds' golden ray allows.

The moon a pendant now resplendent,
The winds murmur and saunter by;
The misty nights hasten and flee
As tiny boats on the ocean ply.

All of nature sprightly and joyous,
Bird songs reverb of the thrush and lark;
Spring has adorned each nook and crevice
Except my heart vacant and stark.

Bio:

Radhika Soni resides in India and writes Poetry to find harmony in life. She graduated with Honours in English and loves to read and write poetry. She is greatly influenced and inspired by the poetry of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron, Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Frost, Pablo Neruda, W.H. Auden and William Butler Yeats to name a few. She loves nature walks and rises early to feel inspired with the morning star and create new rhymes.