Poesie di Gurmeet Chana (India)
A Heavenly Bliss…
As she comes into his embrace
With womanly love and grace
It lets her heart into a wild race
Visible in her eyes, on her face.
As she lowers down her lips
To let him have her honey sips
An unruly forelock from her hair
On her cheek randomly slips ..
As if it were more crazy than him
To entice her beauty in its grips
Brushing against her rosy face
From a dimple to lips, it flips.
Behind her ear, he tucks the forelock
That has been threatening to block
His approaches to a heavenly bliss
Of which she has an unlimited stock.
How tender was his move or gesture
Of love and care, a superb mixture
And soon his lips were locked
On her dimple perfectly docked.
GMC@kkp
The confession…
The righteous people profess
Only , the rare ones confess .
From the burden of a guilt ,
The confession is a reliever
From the sense of a sin,
The confession is a liberation .
It is a confession, not the priest,
That gives us the absolution.
GMC@kkp
A Dove Wild In Glee…
She stepped over his dead body
Stared through a night,dark cloudy.
From behind the clouds, a pale moon
Did look awful, mischievously rowdy.
Over a window on the right
An ominous bird of the night
Was in a regular looped flight
It’s shrieks, shrill and sleight
Echoed near, then travelled away
Again returned near to her fright.
Her resolve for the vengeance
The sentiment of vehemence,
What an evil magic did it possess
To seduce her to a deadly avenge.
Is it stronger than a bond of belonging
Would it be stronger than her longing
Which she had for her beloved man
For long,whom she had been longing?
In a pool of the red
On the very white bed
Where lilies would bloom
He had been slain dead.
She gazed at his silhouette revered
But soon her mind was swerved
By the calls of a dove wild in glee
From a copse of the tamarind tree
GMC@kkp
The fire of ego
A pair …nay ! a happy couple
Metallic purple green,so supple
Of sunbirds visit my backyard grove,
Purity of love they exhibit and prove.
Echoing crisp sounds, flutters rather
Playful and agile, they dive together.
In mutual patterns and moves they fly
Every tree, bush and flower they try.
In a mirror, once the male sees his reflection.
At once ego and jealousy spring to action.
An illusion , it is just a matter trivial .
But he tooks it to be an enemy,a rival.
He attacks the mirrored image of his own
With clutchy claws and beak curved down.
As strong is he,so is reflection in the mirror.
It hurts ego and sends spine chilling shiver.
Tired and exhausted, he would fall
Beak and body injured overall.
He regains strength ,energetic again
But his attacks on reflection,all in vain .
He forgets partner and flights of delight
Now is engaged in an egoistic fight .
I wonder, how the poor is battered by pride
Otherwise,he might be on a long love drive .
GMC@kkp
“From the memory lanes….
“I am immensely pleased and grateful to you Amany Elsawy from Egypt for your wonderful critical commentary on my poem ‘A Dove Wild In Glee’. The poem is a clash between human emotions of love and revenge. Although love is a powerful divine force, yet it falls to the powerful emotion of vengeance in this poem.
Is vengeance really powerful than the love?
Thank you again for a detailed and elaborate analysis of the poem.
Even after the passage of one year, it is as fresh as a morning flower
“..,
“Where Lilies Bloom in Blood”
By Amany El-Sawy , Egypt
A Critical Commentary on Gurmeet Chana’s “A Dove Wild in Glee”
In “A Dove Wild in Glee”, Gurmeet Chana conjures a darkly lyrical meditation on grief, vengeance, and the uncanny pull of nature in moments of human unraveling. With its stark imagery, gothic overtones, and haunting personifications, the poem plunges into the psyche of a bereaved woman caught between sacred memory and savage instinct. At once intimate and mythic, the poem captures the timeless drama of love lost and the dangerous seduction of retribution.
The poem opens with a cinematic starkness: “She stepped over his dead body”—a line that immediately denies the reader the comfort of distance or delay. We are thrust into aftermath, into the unspeakable moment where grief begins to morph into something more volatile. The subsequent imagery—the “night, dark cloudy”, the “pale moon” that is “mischievously rowdy”, and the “ominous bird of the night”—evokes the gothic tradition, where nature becomes complicit in emotional disturbance. Every element is animated with malevolent intent, reflecting the turbulence inside the woman’s mind.
Moreover, the looping bird, with its “shrieks, shrill and sleight”, echoes the banshee-like call of fate or conscience. The repetition of its return—“echoed near, then travelled away / Again returned near to her fright”—signals not only a cyclical torment but also perhaps the repressed returning to demand attention.
Furthermore, one of the most evocative stanzas explores the alchemy of vengeance: “Her desire for the vengeance / The sentiment of vehemence, / What an evil magic did it possess / To seduce her to a deadly avenge.” Here, vengeance is no longer just a motive—it becomes a spell, a seduction. The alliterative coupling of “vengeance” and “vehemence” drives home the emotional weight, while the choice of words like “evil magic” and “seduce” suggest a descent into a morally ambiguous realm. The poet presents revenge not as rational justice, but as a visceral enchantment that bewitches the grieving.
This portrayal is especially poignant in a gendered context: the woman’s emotional intensity is both her vulnerability and her potential danger. The poem raises a compelling question: Is vengeance ever truly separate from mourning? Or does mourning, at its most unbearable, naturally mutate into a craving for retribution?
Nevertheless, what elevates the poem beyond a tale of emotional collapse is its metaphysical inquiry into human attachment. The rhetorical lines “Is it stronger than a bond of belonging / Would it be stronger than her longing?” invoke not just the question of vengeance vs. love, but also the question of identity. The “bond of belonging” alludes to a spiritual or emotional fusion between the lovers. Yet even that profound bond trembles under the weight of a newer, darker calling.
This inner conflict is starkly embodied in the juxtaposition of the red-and-white imagery: “In a pool of the red / On the very white bed / Where lilies would bloom / He had been slain dead.” The lilies—traditional symbols of purity, innocence, and peace—stand in sharp contrast to the “red” of his blood. This clash suggests a desecration not just of life, but of all that was once gentle and sacred. Love’s sanctuary has been invaded, violated, and replaced with a shrine to violence.
Ironically, the most enigmatic image is the final one: “By the calls of a dove wild in glee / From the canopy of a tamarind tree.” Doves traditionally symbolize peace and innocence, yet this one is described as “wild in glee”. This inversion disturbs our expectations. Is the dove a harbinger of the woman’s release from grief—or a symbol of madness? Could it be that the dove, celebrating in the tamarind tree (a symbol of bitterness in some folklore), reflects a perverse liberation she feels upon shedding all attachments? Or is the glee of the dove a cruel irony—a final insult from a nature indifferent to human suffering?
To conclude, “A Dove Wild in Glee…” is a poem situated on the edge—of sanity, of morality, of love and death. Through vivid natural imagery and emotionally charged rhythms, it offers more than just a narrative of loss: it is a meditation on the fragility of human control in the face of primal emotions. The poem does not offer closure. Instead, it offers something more honest: the lingering, echoing, cyclical nature of grief and rage. In the woman’s journey from reverence to revenge, we are not asked to judge her but to understand her. And perhaps to ask ourselves what we would do under a sky where doves laugh and lilies bloom in blood.
I’m an advocate/ a lawyer in India. I am former Senior Manager of a public sector bank.
Three books are published..English poetry.
The Mulberry Tree
The Tamarind Tree
Miss Frailty
