Gayatree G Lahon is a teacher by profession and a poet by passion. Being an ardent lover of nature and a true aesthete, an observer of life with all its beauty and complexities, she tries to express everything through her pen. For her, poetry is a celebration of life in all its myriad shades. Her poems have been published in newspapers, magazines and anthologies in India and as well as abroad.
Here are three of her latest poems:
Rain That Pains
Everyday I wish for a little bit of sunshine to lighten my mood
But the sky has made rain so frequent and common
The poems and songs of rain have lost the beauty and allure
How can I find a light of warmth in this darkness and gloom….!
Pain and dysthymia my two companions can’t go to sleep
They accuse the weather and the incessant pouring rain
Somehow I make them asleep with the help of sedatives
The long absence of Sun has made the canvas dull grey…
Where is the beautiful music of rain!
It seems like the same song is played on the record player again and again
And the air in low spirit spreading cold vibes around me
I am still waiting for the advent of a warm light that would touch me
And the stoic pain and murky gloom would sink into oblivion…
She Is A Woman
She can raise a sea inside her to dissolve her tears and agonies
She discovers a sky to fly and rise above the worries
She can hide secrets in the depth of her heart and still look amazing
A smile is the best make up for her to look dashing
She stays happy with whatever life offers
Whatever discontent she feels she filters
She is supposed to be loyal to her husband and family
She is accused whenever something goes wrong in her vicinity
Once she grows up she can never return to her childhood
A lot of people she has to take care with her womanhood
Once she becomes a mother she takes on challenges everyday
She grows and grows and we see the woman of today
She can manage even if there is no-one to lessen her pain
She only stands by herself because she is a woman!
What Cannot Break You Makes You
A lonely path in a wintry morning looks desolate
The fog dampens trees standing on both the ways
Still you walk alone with some warmth inside
No one is there to hear your footsteps
Everything seems to be under a misty veil
But are sojourns new for you?
Miles and miles you have walked alone
Sometimes on crowded streets
Sometimes in lonely woods
Your feet gets acquainted with every road you take
Paths will be crossed…things will be gained or lost
The one who stays day and night with you is your shadow
Which may get smaller or bigger with the light
But it strengthens your every move
With the exposure it has everyday with the affair called “Life”…