Bidyut Prabha Gantayat enters the MahMight Motel!

 

waking up   

to birdsong

the motel 

Bidyut Prabha Gantayat

After a long drive by car I check into a roadside motel. The ambience is of a perfect desolate landscape, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. In my evening stroll I see a distant sunset, on a mountain, a deep backyard forest, and the waxing moon, amid sprouting stars. Oh, how I wish to have a sound sleep in my cosy bed tonight!

At around midnight a soloist tunes up from nowhere and wakes me up. Where is this from, I wondered and wondered. No ballroom music, no recital around, no birdsong. What is it? 

Pondering I slowly immerse into its lingering vibrato of a strange melody and take out my notebook.

My favourite haiku poet and his poem:

first rain

the paper boat carries

my childhood

Pravat Kumar Padhy 

Asahi Haikuist Network (Japan, 2013)

Why I like this poem:

Pravat Kumar Padhy has been writing haiku poetry and allied genres for more than a decade.

He gives a subtle gesture looking around nature, and typically picks up very common imagery to mould into a revealing three line poem by mood, and word by word. 

In this poem I see the outburst of his treasured nostalgia flawlessly transcending into the reader's mind.

The quotes 

From: Waiting for Godot 

"Tomorrow when I wake,or think I do , what shall I say of today?"

From: Withnail and I

Peter Marwood (" I ") :

"Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day"