Posted by: tsopr | April 5, 2010

21 Lines Fusion Sonnets

21 Lines Fusion Sonnets
by Sonnet Mondal

A new discovery in the world of Poetry. New Rhyming scheme and other variations:- 21 Lines Sonnets.

Same Rhythm and Rhyme on 1st,5th,9th & 10th Lines.
Same Rhythm and Rhyme on 2nd,3rd & 4th Lines.
Same Rhythm and Rhyme on 6th,7th & 8th lines.
Rhetorical questions in 9th & 10th lines.
Negative and pessimistic note in the first 10 lines.

Free verse carrying Optimistic Tone in 11th, 12th,13 & 14th Lines.
The 14 lines in each case is followed by a half sonnet of 7 lines acting as a coda to add a two dimensional note in the poem, beginning with the same 1st line and ending with the 5th line of the poem.

Excerpts from the Book:

Sonnet 1

The white clouds, in black theme;
Hidden daylight on the Eastern earth,
For Great Poets a dreadful dearth,
For the poetic vegetation to take birth ;
The spotted moon shining upon its seam-
Without vitality, fragile against the agile clouds,
Heading towards it to spread the shroud,
No star in the scenery, no men to cry aloud;
Where’s the smile, where’s the gleam?
Where’s the hope where’s the dream?
The billows will fall as water vapours
Upon the wish of the Lord!
If not poetry will form itself in the dark-
Fighting to shape its form.
The white clouds in the black theme ;
Perhaps the fault of the painter…
Colors spreading toward the subject tower;
A new shade to be brushed
To save it from being crushed;
Or a few drops upon the face with a pull on the edges will form-
The spotted moon, shining upon its seam.

Sonnet 2

Oh, Old, Bold, kingly building…
You stand here for the fifteen decades of transition-
So many changes in thoughts travelling through sensation-
Of wars and treaties, cries and cremations;
Oodles of the century in your stoic ceiling!!!
Your eroded body with weathered paint-
Must be turning you faint,
Without a space to launch a complain, all constrained.
Are you not bored standing here, then why are you smiling?
I know you have whims; still why aren’t you appealing?
The day isn’t far when the circulating air in your galleries-
Will break open the blockage of the ministerial ears,
And will force them to dress up with new color perhaps white-
Then the parties and dances will kiss off your boredom.
Oh, Old, Bold, kingly building…
Are you not jaded with the age old architecture?
No more does it winch your structure.
The people residing have pinned loads of pegs in your skin –
Haven’t your soul ever wanted to move out of this sin?
Still from where do you gather the power to bear-
Oodles of the century in your stoic ceiling!!!

Sonnet 3

Hours of waste heaped beside your shores;
Nature started you with the touch of purity perhaps from the hands of a priest,
With glaciers creating you and flakes creating mist,
Boulders standing on the way showing you fist;
Still you flow, form and find inspite of the infected core.
People say you to be life and still treat you as dustbin,
Curtailing the ability of the moving fins-
To move about, live or swim,
Above is it layer of smoke and over you, the oil pores?
When would men realize, actions will cause sores?
The sores would rise above the skin to expose themselves;
The children would scream in pain-
Perhaps then the guys would realize
And clear your feet and drop flower on you.
Hours of waste heaped beside your shores;
The human blood overburdened with sorrows,
Showing the step of the fellows,
Anxiety, grief abound in veins-
Layering it the hidden pains…
Scores of ups and downs in the course-
Still you flow, form and find inspite of the infected core.

Sonnet 4

The mother sat with hanging tongue, brooding over conscience;
The puppies in their own world of Natural toys; above the cawing ravens,
Bits of stones comprise their castle, their heaven…
Stolen splendor, innocent appeal, thoughtless vitality – all woven;
The platonic smell in mystic hairs within immortal science.
The new-borns were lessened by one in number,
The very next date, after the time of human supper,
The mother seemed fresh, her stomach looked fatter;
Was it her who did it in some shallow mines?
You were the cause of production, then what led you break the charming rhymes?
Must be to reduce an extra burden of –
Or to cure someone off the circle of existence;
Perhaps the soul will go to merge into the supreme soul-
Or the hunger would never return again.
The mother sat with hanging tongue, brooding over conscience;
The burning heat had vaporized the saliva of the mother,
The hanging skin of her belly had arose a blood hunger,
That supplemented her crooked eyebrows towards a female child-
And lured her towards becoming savage and wild.
Perhaps crops and economy would improve and prepare you to conceive-
The platonic smell in mystic hairs within immortal science.

Sonnet 5

The steel cages rusted, rotted yet strong and bold,
Inside them lies a separate world of wild limbs limping-
And turned inert with torture and malfunctioning,
Their bloody flesh exposed a slapdash attitude with distressed feeling.
Excitement in eyes, pleasure in heart, wonder in minds from sufferings untold.
The fierce paws perhaps waiting for the head,
One chance will kiss alive the daring dead!
They are here cogently none of them are well fed.
What makes them stay here for hours in heat and cold?
What if God decides to move them to eternity from these nuts and bolts?
The crowd is increasing with the number of days in earth’s calendar,
Perchance some eyes would feel the ensuing death-
And scream in protest, close the doors-
To provide zeal to work and vigor to our pulse.
The steel cages rusted, rotted yet strong and bold,
The values disgraced and degraded in an ever-sinking trough-
The well born meant to rule and the ill born destined to plough!
The hunger forces them to spread their hands and bow their heads-
Possibly one lord would see the angry eyes desiring to weave wreaths-
And would start heaping red soil in the gulf of separation to change the world of-
Excitement in eyes, pleasure in heart, wonder in minds from sufferings untold.

About the Poet:

Sonnet Mondal is an Indian-English poet and the Founder and Managing Editor of “The Enchanting Verses International Journal” (ISSN-0974-3057-Registration office-ISSN Centre, France and NISCAIR, India): http://www.theenchantingverses.co.nr/. He is also the Founder and Secretary General of the “United Minds For Peace Society” (A Global Peace Organization-Head office-India) and the Sub-Secretary General of Poetas Del Mundo (International Poet’s of the World Movement-Headquarters, Chile). At present, he is pursuing B.E./Btech. Course at BESU, Shibpur, West Bengal in India. To learn more of this poet, click here: http://www.sonnetmondal.co.cc/


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