THE TOWER OF BABEL*

Artist : Chelsea Bednar
courtesy : Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Those were not dream bubbles

But solid sweat and toil

Oneness sailed smoothly in joy

In the hope of light

That fear-beat sensed troubles

And unrest began to boil

Hovering eyes pledged to destroy

The amity with all might

Hope disintegrated

 In thousand

Languages

Everyone

Was

Dazed

The super power gloated

Self-satisfied

* The Tower of Babel forms the focus of a story told in the Book of Genesis of the Bible.^[1] According to the story, a united humanity of the generations following the Great Flood, speaking a single language and migrating from the east, came to the land of Shinar with the intention of building a tower reaching heaven. The Lord confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech as He feared that nothing would be restrained from them which they would imagine to do. This policy of divide and rule is religiously followed by the rulers everywhere. I used Chelsea Bednar’s sketch and tried to combine Challenge #1:  Words Count with Mama Zen and Challenge #3:  "Figurative Language" .

Posted for Margaret’s Play It Again, Toads #5 @ Real Toads

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

WHITE FRAGRANT NIGHT

The white fragrant night

The only solace for summer heat

All these sun hating blooms

Dispel my sweaty gloom

Their scented greetings fill me

And draw my Te Deum towards them

A bevy of beautiful maidens

Whitely clad in potted garden

 My Gandharaj*, Beli** and Juin***

Love your brief sojourn

 

*Gardenia angusta

**Jasminum sambac

 ***Jasmine

Posted for Meeting The Bar At A Slant @ d’Verse Poets Pub

SIGH

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I can’t find that rhythm

The seasons once danced in

The air is grave and stern

I wish to bring back the hamadryads

For my skin burns as the leaves sigh

I wish I could dig a brand new river

Unblemished by human hands

Then watch its stealthy flow

Alas! That is not to be

For those hands

Have heaven and earth

 In their unholy grip

                                       

Posted @ Real Toads where Kerry Says - Let's Include Pathetic Fallacy

GREEN

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A young maiden of Rajasthan* sings

“Green grasses are in my dream

Just as those heavenly drops are

My heart breaks seeing these

Manes of a dead lion

Rooted in the ground

Let my long dark hair

Veil the blazing blue above

Let my tears and sweat

Reach their roots

So that they dream and be green”

Crooning thus the maiden

Walks through the sands

To make her pitcher full

                     

*Rajasthan is India's largest state by area. It is located on the western side of the country, where it comprises most of the wide and inhospitable Thar Desert and shares a border with Pakistan along the Sutlej-Indus river valley. Wikipedia

Posted for Susan’s MidWeek Motif ~ Green @ Poets United

RAIN

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I want darkness

All over the sky

Tawny grasses

To revive

To walk in the puddle

Getting drenched

Waiting so long

For lashing rain

 

White clouds tease

In leisurely way

Pitiless sun

Drags the day away

The heart longs for thunder

And the silver flash

The rich and the poor

Get Nature’s lash

 

The strict mother

Is in teaching mode

Taking away the gifts

She once bestowed

Her whining children

Blame each other

Not yet ready

To face disaster

 

The planet’s motion

Will not stop

The sun and the moon

Will be as before

Knowledge in subtle form

Will be in stasis

Mother will rise

For another genesis

 

Posted for Mary’s prompt Rain @ Poetry Jam

 

WAKING UP

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“Arise awake stop not till the goal is reached”*

 

I wonder

What do we do first

Arise then awake

Or do the opposite

What does Swamiji mean

 

And one morning

 

I woke up

See, awake first

Then rose to my feet

And arise, later

 

I wonder

Why did Swamiji say this

 

I was charting my day

On the terrace

A breezy whisper startled me

"Look around you

And thank the Lord for this

Wake up will you"

 

I found

The soft baby sun

The Jingling trees

The purple heaven

A solitary star

All looking at me

Singing of flux

 

I woke up

I was reborn

 

*this is a quote by Swami Vivekananda (fondly called Swamiji by the people), a Hindu monk of the nineteenth century

 

Posted for Mary’s prompt @ "dVerse - Poetics - It's Qutoable

 

 

FLY

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A second

So precious time dot

Flies unmoved

posted for Haiku Horizons FLY

A RHYTHMIC DANCE

(A Terzanelle)

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If there’s a deep depression at the Bay    

 The bone dry arid land hopes against hope

 A storm’s to brew to reach the sky they say

 It’s better to rise than sit, brood and mope

 What do these dark flying clouds indicate?

The bone dry arid land hopes against hope

Deflated brain waits to be in full spate

 The blistering heat’s fighting tooth and nail

The bone dry arid land hopes against hope

 The sea’s roaring, the stormy clouds do flail

Droplets poised and the lull’s almost broken

The blistering heat’s fighting tooth and nail

 Euterpe’s flute untie the notes to rain

Parched heart’s quick to drench in words to quench thirst

Droplets poised and the lull’s almost broken

 A rhythmic dance is to be seen at first

If there’s a deep depression at the bay

 Parched heart’s quick to soak in words to quench thirst

 A storm’s to brew to reach the sky they say

Posted for Kerry’s Sunday Form Challenge - Terzanelle @ Real Toads

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

RHYTHM

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Rivulets stream from pores

Raging sun

Bursts

2

Leaves burst hues to show off

Pride before

Fall

3

Snowfall will invoke Sleep

Migration

Starts

4

The Earth starts and wakes up

Butterflies

Stream

Posted @ d’Verse Poets Pub 

BICYCLE-THIEVES

poster of the movie Bicycle Thieves courtesy : google image

Two wheels became

Light, camera and sound

Poverty of post-war Italy

Hit the screen

 Untrained non-actors

Wheeled this De Sica Classic

Safely beyond boundary of time

Posted for Susan’s MidWeek Motif ~ Bicycle @ Poets United

FRIENDS

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I have a friend

Dwelling inside me

She is sweet

Yet knows

When to be harsh

And hard

I don’t listen to her at all

When she is like that

I almost hate her then

I hear her chuckle

When salt clogs my throat

She is so unkind

Though in the stretched summer days

Or long dark winter nights

She speaks in fragrance

She is a friend in need

I am a shadow of her

Posted for Gabriella’s prompt Friends @ Poetry Jam

I AM

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I am existence

I am in relationship

With the universe

Dusts and the stars

Stare at me

We do feel related

The universe will be non-existent

When I shall cease to be

What lingers

When all is said and done?

Posted for d’Verse where I answered the first question (who are you and whom do you love?) asked by MarinaSofia and included the last question as a part of my poem

A SKY

image by Martin Stranka

I am your dream sky

Embracing your

Passions that burn

And dispel darkness

I am with you forever

Settle slowly

Glass may be shattered

Names may be rubbed out

All that is false and clumsy

May always meet with an axe

To be weeded out

Listen to my promise to you

When there is a fall

The hard land will vanish

Only to become petals

To have you ensconced

With soft fragrance

 Posted for Mag 219 @ Magpie Tales

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Shared with wordle 160 @  The Sunday Whirl

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Shared with Open Link Monday @ Real Toads

          REVENGE OF GAIA

Revenge of Gaia :  Artist Susie McMahon

 

Your torso writhes, warps

Blood oozes out from deep wounds

I can’t stare at you

Your abyss-eyes haunt

Drag, pull me into blackness

My eternal damnation

Your heart’s a desert

Yet no oasis I long for

Ah your wrath scorches

Had I ever sung

The notes you crooned while cradling

Your soul wouldn’t be crushed

Posted for Grace’s prompt Sunday's Feature Artist: Arts & Dolls by Susie McMahon @ Real Toads

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

            A NAIVE PAINTER

                                painting of seraphine louis

The flowers

Who ought to speak

In hue, honey and scent

Have become mute

The bouquet-life

Is so tied up

Cut off from roots

The beauty

Withers fast

The release is

In unsung end

Posted for Fireblossom’s Friday : Seraphine Louis @ Real Toads

         


             A  MANTRA

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 “Why don’t you open your eyes

Before I rise?”

I sat up and saw the speaker

Melting in soft hues of love

Embracing the world

I joined in the Matins

Of the warblers

“Om bhu bhuwarswaha

Tatsavirtu varenyam

Bhargo Devasya dhimahi

Dhiyo yona prachodayat”*

*We meditate upon the most adorable luster of the Sun-god who inspires the functions of our intellect courtesy Wikipedia

The prayer rose from the sages’ voice of ancient India which is still heard in the murmur of countless lips….

Posted for Claudia’s prompt Conversation in Poetry @ d’Verse Meeting the Bar                   

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Lace

                   LACE

                                 courtesy : google image

There is a mad rush

For possession of beauty

Passion flowers bloom

Intricate design in lace

Blind eyes on candle-lit face

Posted for Susie’s prompt 

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Lace

@ Real Toads