MAGNETIC

 MAGNETIC

 

Who calls every night wakes up alerted,

Listens to the flue playing a tune, unique,

Entangles heart overwhelm but invisible,

Floating in the air pervading nature sweet,

Looked outside through the windows cold night,

Freezing night full moon dark clouds floating,

The surreal panorama instrumental dreamy,

House near the river bends near tranquil,

Silence night is fragrant melodious distinct,

Incessant the rhythm flute intoxicates me,

Inviting in doubt reaching me seducing,

Every fiber tissue blood vibrates attuned,

Why am I crying, flowing freezing tears,

Glistening with moonlight, silvery, mystic,

The invitation, a mystery, a place known,

Ignorant me, who plays the flute is extraordinary,

Attenuate the silence of night unparallel,

Stood for hours in the dead of night,

Listens to the melody magnetic flowing,

The cold winds of January are mind-blowing,

Hurting every bone through the window,

Closed it, slept under a thick blanket, shivers,

Gradual the warmth crept dreams,

Saw a handsome youth playing the flute,

Encompassing the green forests floral scene,

Creating a specter of heavenly peace,

The cows crowd around the young man,

Visible the hypnotic melody quieting all,

The birds throng the branches still,

The river in waves gentles as if playing,

A gentle breeze, grassy fields, river bank,

Minutely witnessing the flute touching all,

The tranquility of unearthly mingle rhythm,

The youth is like a pied piper controlling all,

Bewitched, bewildered, baffled, the surround,

Everything immobile attuned enjoying,

Captive to the tune flute plays slowly,

Unmoved neither day nor night in a haze,

The witness is my soul to the spectral haze,

Slept that night at dawn and jerked awake,

Distinctly remember the dream unforgettable,

Clear to me the music of flute speechless,

It continues playing when alert or in dreams,

Who plays this note overwhelms wordless,

Crossed the river near the village search,

Weeks and months passed I roamed every village,

Nobody could answer me on such a youth,

Sits among cow herd on a rock plats flute,

Failed in my attempt left the efforts,

It struck all of a sudden that I encountered,

Met this youth when a child decades ago,

Playing his flute, herding a hundred cows,

The bells of cows ringing beautifully,

All of the cows follow the youth to the field,

Stood electric moments first heard a melody,

Forgotten the scenes, dustbowl golden,

The setting sun orange red hued sky,

Failed as a child, and where I am,

Is it me dreaming smiled so real,

Behind the dusty haze, disappeared by now,

Forgotten the tune, its infectious melody,

Grew up years saw seasons distracted,

Youthful female fantasy stole my heart,

Settled had a family life, fatherly experience,

Clouded childhood serenity, innocence,

An age arrived past twilight years sensed,

It is time to connect life in a cycle of secrecy mist,

Someone playing the flute revived memory,

Dawn to dusk, midnight, if my life the flute,

Playing my tune that I can listen to,

Pervading the ether  beyond the window,

Soul only felt it was that magnetic.

 

Pen: Bijayananda Mishra

Title of Poem: Magnetic

Themes: If life was not the flute

Date: 8th January 2023, Cuttack

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