Saturday, 29 March 2014


   
THERE ARE THINGS WE KEPT SECRET AFTER….

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In this facebook age
When the flaming desire
To Reveal All rules
Isn’t it a miracle
That we still have some
Fragrant moments of joy
And salty painful hours
Unblemished and pristine
Only to ourselves
Saved from a thousand glare
Unseen Peepal roots travel deep with joys and tears
There are things we kept secret after all these years
           
posted for Kerry's prompt @ Real Toads
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United and OpenLinkNight-March 2014 @ d'Verse

Wednesday, 26 March 2014


 
      MY FLOWER GIRLS
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Two little girls of Third Grade
Gave me flowers in a spirit of play
Two Kadams* they were
Fleurs pour moi?
Pourquoi?       
Les filles ont ri et ont disparu

The Kadam season passed
Their undaunted spirit plunged on origami
Two paper dolls I received
Tes poupee de papier
Est tres bien
Les filles ont ri et ont disparu

They are now in Seventh Grade
Kadams stick to the trees
Paper is a paper
Elles ont grandi

* Neolamarckia cadamba, commonly called Kadam ) is an evergreen, tropical tree native to South and Southeast Asia. . It has scented orange flowers in dense globe-shaped clusters. The flowers are used in perfumes. The tree is grown as an ornamental plant and for timber and paper-making. Kadam features in Indian mythology and religion.

Posted for Susan's Mid Week Motif`~In Two or More Languages @ Poets United

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

LET IT GO
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When there’s a bolt from the blue
Or the thick thundering threats loom large
Let patience hold my hand
And help cross the confines of fear
When envy’s flame burns my soul
Or pride rises to reach the sky
Let prayers take hold of my mind
And help me let go of these impulses
When my boat sets sail in twilight
And is enveloped in darkness
Let my soul sing Thy Name
And I in peace cross the bar

Posted for Laurie's prompt 'letting go' @ Poetry Jam

Sunday, 23 March 2014


    
DEATH OF A POET
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I thought he was a bird
Chirping to the sky and the grass
And free like the wind
Breezy and sometimes stormy
Ah his wings held a golden light
That was mightier than the sword
I was heartbroken when he sold it
To the unscrupulous rulers of Corporate Kingdom
Once you touch those tentacles
With suction cups
You will sink down the abyss
With wings clipped
Mellifluous song giving way to cacophonous praise
Like him
The bard in the cage of gold
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Thursday, 20 March 2014

  

CAUSES FOR CELEBRATION

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          Enduring for long
Heat, pressure in the Earth’s mantle
           A diamond is born

         Each birth is a dread
Snapping snowy shroud in silence
         Spring pops up her head

      Dumb and mute keyboard 
Poets trapped in stumbling block
       A line comes in dream

Posted for Susan's Mid Week Motif ~ Happy Birthday

Wednesday, 19 March 2014



THE OWL





                                                       courtesy : google image





Why has Lakshmi* chosen the owl?
Goddess of fortune with Dark Knight?
No one dares to be out and prowl
Why has Lakshmi chosen the owl?
A scampering mouse finds night foul
Lakshmi’s bounty makes ploughmen bright
Why has Lakshmi chosen the owl?
Goddess of fortune with Dark Knight?

*In Hindu religion Lakshmi is the goddess of wealth and prosperity and She has a white owl as her carrier. I think she seems to assure agricultural prosperity as her owl provides a free service of eradicating rodents and thus securing a good harvest…..

Posted for Alan's Prompt : Owl @ Poetry Jam

Sunday, 16 March 2014

HAPPY  HOLI



Boisterous Holi comes with Spring

Dawn makes sure that the day shines bright
Dark desires burnt in the night

Frolicsome spirits dance and sing
Blooms burst colors to make bees hum
Boozers doze with carafe and rum

All squirt colors feud forgetting
The Sun above promises warmth
Tropical heat muses in mirth

Hearts in bright hues much rejoicing
Bliss wafts silently through the air
Though coal-black moments are not rare

Through ages flow merry-making
In all lands in different name
If I’m not happy who’s to blame?


Boisterous Holi comes with Spring


Frolicsome spirits dance and sing
All squirt colors feud forgetting
Hearts in bright hues much rejoicing
Through ages flow merry-making


* Holi (English pronunciation: /ˈhoʊliː/) (Sanskrit: होली) is a spring festival also known as festival of colours, and sometimes festival of love.[3][4] It is an ancient Hindu religious festival which has become popular with non-Hindus in many parts of South Asia, as well as people of other communities.[ The festival signifies the victory of good over evil, the arrival of spring, end of winter, and for many a festive day to meet others, play and laugh, forget and forgive, and repair ruptured relationships5]   
               Courtesy :  Wikipedia

Posted for Kerry's hosting of Sunday Form Challenge - Constanza @ Real Toads
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United