Consolation, In Doubt: Poem

CONSOLATION,  IN DOUBT   Consolation, in doubt Is all I want; all I want when I ask For reassurance today.   Apt are the times; the times are apt. In intense solitude The light shines.   The road is lit by lamps The moon has a halo The mind quietly ponders.   Consolation, in doubt, Comes when least expected. And then solitude smiles.   Copyright: Rani Turton

Alas Alone Am I : Poem

ALAS ALONE AM I . As despair weaves a cocoon around my shadow Alas, alone am I with my despair. I had waited for these clouds to lift I had prayed For these storms to cease These deities I had tried to appease . By various diverse means; the day remained grey The clouds did not move away. . Alas alone am I, and I tired, of constant Conflictual battle; I do not have the necessary Tools to open up wisdom's door; Do not have the fierce strength to do that anymore. . There are cobwebs in my nightmares, The night is peopled by strange shades; Alas, alone am I, almost merging with the shadows . Dawn will come, I will walk in thy meadows. . Copyright: Rani Turton

Every Once In A While: Poem

EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE . All you need to know at this precise moment All you need to know is that every once in a while Life stands still, like moments before a summer storm . All you need to know, is that precisely The rage and the elements have abated now No questions asked and none to reply . That life is a melody that at times breaks Off; that love is a passion that stop and begins Bridges have to be spanned . That you come to me with love in your eyes And I will one day reply; that you hold my hand And life stands still every once in a while. . Copyright: Rani Turton

Poets In Their Melancholy: Poem

Poets In Their Melancholy

Poets, with troubled lives and secret thoughts
Have often stood and looked this way
And in this half light, strong and secret
What they thought, nobody can say

As dusk fell, and windows would close
Some words from soft songs would drift in
And take root in the present; some lines
Would nestle in a stranger's heart and brain.

Poets, lost in their melancholy
Lost in the muddle of their lives
Weave verse and rhyme: and thus it is
That their work their lives suvives.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Whispers Into The Brick Wall: Poem

WHISPERS INTO THE BRICK WALL


Who else will listen silently while I speak of my love for you
Who else will stand still while I whisper my secrets
Those deep, hidden secrets buried in my heart
Except this rough, brick wall
Standing so tough and so tall
While I whisper all I have to say;
Nobody would remain as stoic and immobile.
No, nobody could or would. I ,myself
Knowing myself so well, can hardly believe all
That I pour out into this ready wall’s ear
I , myself, can hardly listen to my own words
Speaking out my barely avowed hesitations
And uncommitted love’s crimes; I , myself softly touch
This rugged wall and it’s surface
As though it is the skin of my loved one’s face.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Whenever My Soul, Like A Shrunken Dream: Poem

Whenever, My Soul Like A Shrunken Dream


Whenever, my soul like a shrunken dream
Wonders and waits with wasted breath
Destiny beckons on but the road is long
And at the end lies only, only death


Now and then a diamond in the dust
Sparkles with quiet passion
Blossoms colour my dreams
Life is far from all it seems


Paltry rhymes, simple songs, hasty verses
Coming from God knows where
And going on to rocky streams and a pebbled shore
Surely living meant far, far more.


Far away, waves crash in the misty cold
A flagging swimmer, a hallucinating teenager
A tired woman wait for their lives to unfold.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Blazing Suns Once Burnt Me: Poem

BLAZING SUNS ONCE BLACKENED ME

Blazing suns once blackened me
My soul was bright
I watched the moon dancing
With the clouds at night

Cold winter wind bleached me
That was my misery
My soul became dark
A sad lonely destiny

I whispered and moaned
My life seemed thus sealed
My mind fled thither
Into wounds never healed

Copyright: Rani Turton