D | Hillol Ray's Poetry

The song I sang to dance with made no sense

In my childhood village, stricken with grief-

And the solemn hush of starless evenings

Prolonged the nights and not at all brief!

The morning dews and fogs over the sods slept

Sorrowfully to prompt music for sorrow’s sake-

And the melancholic nightingales rocked in the nests,

While I mutely couched with my own birthday cake!

The beam of velvet moon gleamed peacefully,

And the entire village seemed to lay a-dream-

Lulled by the fjord, coulee, and somnolent sea,

And I, in the splendor of night, sang to scream!

The joy of rhymes twirled on the busy quills,

And my voice employed the melodies of tune-

Regardless of furious weather or season of the year,

I sang with a happiness, even in the middle of June!

The last chapter of this hapless life perches in America,

And now breathes with an awkward or a strange riddle-

But the thoughts about funerals of a friend or mine

Sing along casually when I play the grandpa fiddle!

The emptiness in heart and silence of a hostile voice

Seem to lurch when the i-phones at “Milestone” ring-

And my fate within prisoned walls, like a sealed cocoon,

Enthralls me well into hymns on the dirge I need to sing!!

“Milestone”

August 15, 2021

Diwali: The Festival of Lights

By Hillol Ray

At the turn of the Indian New Year, The special festival " Diwali " is here-

So we, the Asians, with Americans today, Celebrate and are so pleased to share!

Our customs and traditions are century old, And they have built a profound name- Around the world, where our traditions roam, Buried well deeper behind the fame!

Diwali ", the festival of lights, illuminates The darkness of the New Year's moon-

And strengthens our friendships and diversity With a self-realization soon!

Diwali " day of Indians is a big celebration To respect the sacred time-

And reminds our heritage in America and world, While echoed through the winds' chime!

America, our adopted land, has been built By the sweat and toil-

Of many immigrants, past and present, On this blessed soil!

Here we feel the values of freedom, Voice and assurance as well- That America is the "Place"

Where our future is going to dwell!

So, let's rejuvenate our diversity today, Because we are too happy to tell- About the real joy of a big celebration That’s now ringing the bell!

Let’s hope, the pride of our "Diwali ", Although was born in the past-

Will illuminate the stars on our Nation's flag, To signify harmony, and surely it will last!!

October 18, 2021

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Dirge I Need to Sing

By

Hillol Ray

The song I sang to dance with made no sense

In my childhood village, stricken with grief-

And the solemn hush of starless evenings

Prolonged the nights and not at all brief!

The morning dews and fogs over the sods slept

Sorrowfully to prompt music for sorrow’s sake-

And the melancholic nightingales rocked in the nests,

While I mutely couched with my own birthday cake!

The beam of velvet moon gleamed peacefully,

And the entire village seemed to lay a-dream-

Lulled by the fjord, coulee, and somnolent sea,

And I, in the splendor of night, sang to scream!

The joy of rhymes twirled on the busy quills,

And my voice employed the melodies of tune-

Regardless of furious weather or season of the year,

I sang with a happiness, even in the middle of June!

The last chapter of this hapless life perches in America,

And now breathes with an awkward or a strange riddle-

But the thoughts about funerals of a friend or mine

Sing along casually when I play the grandpa fiddle!

The emptiness in heart and silence of a hostile voice

Seem to lurch when the i-phones at “Milestone” ring-

And my fate within prisoned walls, like a sealed cocoon,

Enthralls me well into hymns on the dirge I need to sing!!

“Milestone”

August 15, 2021

Death and Birth

By

Hillol Ray

Death and birth on this marvelous Earth

Play like the cat and mouse-

They dare to care or even stare,

And quietly move-in or out of the house!

Birth brings mirth and the joy we feel,

Brings glory in our heart to share-

But death immerses us in a bed of sorrows,

And no one volunteers to be there!

Death is blind, dumb, and notorious,

And no one likes to be touched by its hand-

While birth is just the opposite,

Welcomed by all, even ready to understand!

Brain is drifted into dust by death,

And the glory of limbs hides under soil-

But birth fills up the ocean of dreams,

To brim the banks with no toil!

Death drives the soul into a rat-hole,

And wanders under the brooding sky-

Birth plays symphony amidst cacophony,

Created and watched by the passersby!

Death opens the unknown door,

And even looks for more to dig the grave-

But birth births the nobility,

And infatuates love solely for the brave!!

“Milestone”

November 1, 2021

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Dirge I Need to Sing

By

Hillol Ray

The song I sang to dance with made no sense

In my childhood village, stricken with grief-

And the solemn hush of starless evenings

Prolonged the nights and not at all brief!

The morning dews and fogs over the sods slept

Sorrowfully to prompt music for sorrow’s sake-

And the melancholic nightingales rocked in the nests,

While I mutely couched with my own birthday cake!

The beam of velvet moon gleamed peacefully,

And the entire village seemed to lay a-dream-

Lulled by the fjord, coulee, and somnolent sea,

And I, in the splendor of night, sang to scream!

The joy of rhymes twirled on the busy quills,

And my voice employed the melodies of tune-

Regardless of furious weather or season of the year,

I sang with a happiness, even in the middle of June!

The last chapter of this hapless life perches in America,

And now breathes with an awkward or a strange riddle-

But the thoughts about funerals of a friend or mine

Sing along casually when I play the grandpa fiddle!

The emptiness in heart and silence of a hostile voice

Seem to lurch when the i-phones at “Milestone” ring-

And my fate within prisoned walls, like a sealed cocoon,

Enthralls me well into hymns on the dirge I need to sing!!

“Milestone”

August 15, 2021

Death and Birth

By

Hillol Ray