Biography
Name: Dr. Srilakshmi.M.Adhyapak
Dr Srilakshmi Adhyapak hails from Bangalore, India. She is a doctor by profession and has specialized in Interventional cardiology. She is presently Faculty ; Professor and Head of the Department of Cardiology, St. John’s Medical College Hospital, Bangalore, India. She composes poems during leisure and pursues it as a hobby. She derives inspiration from nature and events around her. Most of her poems speak about the celebration of life and nature. She has two poetry books to her credit. One book narrates the Mythologic Epic Ramayana in English poem form, titled, Ramayana and other poems. https://www.amazon.in/dp/148281241X/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_fge9Fb32YZNGZ
Another recent publication is titled A Magical Refraction and other poems.
E mail ID: srilakshmi.adhyapak@gmail.com
A BONDING ETERNAL
The long languid afternoon stretched,
Ennui clasped tight, a lethargy fetched.
Time seemingly still,
A vacuum so large, with richness to fill.
A quest into the far unknown,
Treading cautiously, seeds of a friendship sown.
Trepidation dripping in every word written,
An anticipation, a wait for its replies, smitten.
Surreptiously unveiling a veiled orb,
An invite into a friendship blossoming absorbs.
Vestiges earthly seemingly dissolve,
In pure celebration of a camaraderie evolved.
A fragrance rare wafting esoteric,
A bond pulsating, uniting child, and vintage eclectic.
A DEFINING MOMENT
Consciousness coiled in a spiral tight,
Oblivious and imperceptible, an enormous might.
Amidst a daily routine, in slumber unseen,
A wait momentous , for an awakening supreme.
The moment defining at the timing appropriate,
A thirst immense, in its wake it satiates.
A dawn intense, of a radiance sublime,
Enabling life’s purpose in every man’s clime.
IDENTITY
Man’s quest eternal for an identity,
To identify, to be slotted into an entity.
Through a cycle whirling kaleidoscopic,
Phases of life judged by a yardstick myopic,
The starting point and ending point startlingly clear,
Clinging to stratified egos so dear.
Pondering over a quagmire infinite,
Defined by bonds filial or vocations finite.
A drop in an ocean stretching vast,
Encompassing lives in a checkered past.
The Lord’s breath , the soul imperishable,
Taking on identities through lives lived ephemeral.
The Divine Succour
The battle raged on ever fierce,
Molten hot gold rays the very earth pierce.
In the clash between good and evil,
A clamour tumultuous as gore and blood spill.
Skies singed, crimson with blood celestial,
Soot blackens in cinders ecclesial.
Day into dusk metamorphoses,
Night’s dark cape, a grim silence prophesizes.
The clarion call for cease fire,
Flutes thro’ conch spirals as troops tire.
A silence uneasy, an eerie calm,
Rent by a voice thunderous, evoking qualms.
Laughter evil resounds in peals,
The heavens shudder as earth squeals.
Prince among men, in silhouette chiselled,
Divinity pared, in form human filled.
Noble grace with missiles armed,
Infinite into finite mortal, charmed.
Brothers in arms, with bow strings drawn,
Battling evil unseen, of vainglorious brawn.
Lightning shafts pierce night’s sky dark,
Offspring of the ogre ten headed, rains venom on earth
stark.
Struck by missiles of venom potent,
The infinite cosmos in shells mortal portend.
Brothers born in the lineage of the Sun,
Lie fettered in venom’s vice ashen.
Life’s very sustainer, the soul of all creation,
Respecting mortal confines, in death’s vice unbroken.
The army gathered in grief stricken,
Throats parched, tears unshed, gait slackened.
The devotee ardent, his heart aflame,
In remedial quest, anguish inflamed.
His lament rent the skies apart,
His Lord’s golden eagle rushed in a dart.
The battle- field bathed in a hue golden,
The divine mount imbibing the vice poison.
Awakened, renewed, from deathly repose,
Soul of the universe, in gratitude bows.
A piety humble, in grace unparalleled,
An aura beatific, in virtue unequalled.
A LONE CRUSADER
The vast expanse so blue,
Flecked with white clouds few.
Forever changing, always on the move,
Like human seasons, they seem to prove.
I spot a speck which grows larger,
Circling, wheeling it recedes farther.
A lone eagle in his pinnacle of glory,
Braving debacles rough as Emory.
Serene and unruffled, he surveys,
The world beneath him of wondrous ways.
I watch him, unshackled and free as he soars,
In quiet solitude, away from daily mores.
Effortlessly he glides, now high, now low,
Rippling muscles, reflexes never too slow.
Battling gales squally and gusty,
Never losing balance, self- willed and gutsy.
Quelling nature’s fury unharnessed,
Searingly confident and self- possessed.
A lone sentinel in the empty orb so high,
Mute testimony to indomitable spirit nigh.