Thursday, 26 June 2014
Wednesday, 25 June 2014
DIARY STORIES
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I grieve the loss
Of those words
Written on pages
Of a diary
With a white cover
Lovingly holding
The rainbow thoughts
Of a prancing child
Who was tamed by words
Read or written
Recited or put to tune
Words, words and words
Of childhood
That flowed gently
On those pages
Of that white
D i a r y
That also held
Her poet father’s words
Of a corrected rhyme
Of a rooster poem
That she wrote
All forever gone
Written for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Diary Stories @ Poets United
WHEN THE ANGEL’S WINGS CAUGHT FIRE
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When his blood cells were losing strength
His time was being crushed to dust
Doctors sat with grave face
The hapless father running to and fro
He was reading Tintin on wheel chair
The frail hands dropped the comic book
An eager mind instructed the body
To pick it up
As it was the time of fall
Pain would not let the hands to work
The mother, wiping her tears
Gave the book to her babe
Her loving words added faith
To the dying little angel
“Beta* enjoy every moment of your life”
He flashed a bright smile
*son in Hindi
Posted for MarinaSofia’s prompt “Shattering the World and Rebuilding It” @ d’VersePoetics
A LEAN ROYAL BENGAL
TIGER IN A ZOO
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Are those dozy eyes of yours
On the edge of dreamy
Sunderbans
In search
Of your ladylove
Are those nimble magic feet of yours
Dreaming of those flash of lightning
That struck
From the grassy sky
Upon the chital
What daring hands
Could put you under those iron bars
Have you groaning with shards of dream
Make your heart burn
On caged nights
What gruesome mind
Could wean you away
From your mother’s leafy lap
And make you a mere toy
Of entertainment
Posted for Kerry’s prompt Let’s have aConversation @ Real Toads
Tuesday, 24 June 2014
ALONE
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Words fizzing in unceasing flow
Never lets me alone
Only once in a cool hillside
Those sticky foams were gone
Waves stilled
Inert mind was peace filled
World shone
In an unearthly light
Though for a few seconds that glow
Numbed the words and their might
Posed for the prompt Alone @ Poetry Jam
I tried to follow the rhyme scheme
of Robert Herrick Stanza
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x b
x x x x x x x c
x x x x x b
x d
x x x x x d
x c
x x x x x e
x x x x x x x a
x x x x x e
Saturday, 21 June 2014
THE BUDDHA
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When those feet tasted the first dust
A deep sorrow misted his heart
A violent storm choked blue flow
The lotus seemed to lost its glow
A deep sorrow misted his heart
All entangled in dream’s meshes
The lotus seemed to lost its glow
The lion’s out snapping the net
All entangled in dream’s meshes
Nettle-desire had broken sting
The lion’s out snapping the net
Paths carved for the brave to follow
Nettle-desire had broken sting
Luster found the old home once lost
Paths carved for the brave to follow
Golden lotus bloomed on His trail
Posted for Kerry’s hosting Play It Again Toads @ Real Toads: my chosen prompt is Get Famous by Fireblossom
&
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
Thursday, 19 June 2014
WHEN FACEBOOK FAILS FOR HALF AN HOUR
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The Earth stopped spinning yester night
Ether’s heavy with hue and cry
Celebs and brands all lost their sight
The Earth stopped spinning yester night
Lesser mortals with all their might
Scurried virtually to pry
The Earth stopped spinning yester night
Ether’s heavy with hue and cry
Posted for d’Verse where repetition is the theme today
Wednesday, 18 June 2014
LIGHT AND DARK
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Spectacular seasons
Come and go
No unfulfilled promise
Do they show
There is joy in living
There is joy in dying
A death is a birth
They utter in mirth
They are words of the
Passage of time
In darkness and light
Do they chime
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Light and Dark @
Poets United
Tuesday, 17 June 2014
PLACES
Small
space always interests me a lot
The
world is infinite to the small me
So
I nurture a me-space in my heart
Where
tree-dreams blossom to take their wings
Baobabs
beside the Zambezi beckon
The
world is infinite to the small me
Those
dewy eyes will never let me run
Seeing
me her frail frame flutters in joy
Baobabs
beside the Zambezi beckon
The
night long journey to her makes my day
Dreamy
Africa slowly disappears
Seeing
me her frail frame flutters in joy
Even
longest day sheds its light I fear
Yellow
blooms on my doorsteps catch my eye
Dreamy
Africa slowly disappears
I
behold the sinking tangerine ray
Small
space always interests me a lot
Yellow
blooms on my doorsteps catch my eye
So
I nurture a me-space in my heart
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub,
Saturday, 14 June 2014
FATHER’S DAY
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Nothing
can bring that loving voice
That
is lost in the womb of Time
Only
the memories still chime
Those
sonorous words of great choice
“I
want to see you”, he would say
Obligations
tied up my feet
On
two vacations we would meet
My
grieving heart’s silent today
Posted
for Sunday Form
Challenge - Yeats' Octaves @ Real Toads
&
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
Thursday, 12 June 2014
AN
EVENING IN A MONASTERY
Each
water droplet of the saffron river
Sing
renunciation
While
the lovers nibble grass with their
Cotton
ball stuffed ears
The
ochre robed man sprinkles on his shaven head
The
blissful placidity from the flow
The
trees with their black foliages
Sing
in bird voice
An
all mighty little star fake smiles at
The
weary sun
Tear
drops of violet daylight mingle with the water
Vespers
from the monastery stir my soul
And
quietly flows the Himalayas
In
the mind of his daughter Ganga*
*In
the Hindu mythology the Ganga (the Ganges) is Himalayas’ daughter
Written
for Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft @ d’Verse
LOST
AND FOUND
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When
I was a fourth grader
I
lost a story book in school
I
can still remember that lump
In
the throat, that frantic search
And
rebukes from the elders
That
story of three siblings
Based
on a popular folk-tale
Had
beautiful songs and rhymes
The
book was half read
And
to add salt to injury
Vanished
from the market
Decades
after decades passed
The
brothers and their only sister
Were
lost in the darkness of oblivion
A
few years ago
In
a book fair in our small town
I
found the book in a stall
Not
losing a moment I bought it
“Why
this fairy tale now?” says my daughter
“Oh
it’s not a book, it’s my childhood” I tell her
Posted
for Gabriella’s prompt Lost And Found @ Poetry Jam
Wednesday, 11 June 2014
AT
13
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Lucky
or unlucky
Whatever
you are
You’ll
always remain
As
a honeyed word
My
unforgettable teen
Began
with you
On
the African soil
That
seemed so new
A
new mould of me
And
those fairytale hours
All
your gifts
I
still savor
My
sweet thirteen
Posted for Susan's MidWeek Motif ~ The Number Thirteen @ Poets United
Tuesday, 10 June 2014
PAST
1902
wasn’t that far
I
felt its pulse
Heard
its voice
Saw
the movement of history
As
I touched my grandfather
Who
was a 1902 born
And
saw this vast land
Being
pieced
And
shackled with borders
Blood
oozing out slowly
From
Gandhi...
Now
the olden times
Don’t
vibrate with life
Memories
are only memories
Posted for Grace's prompt @ d'Verse Poetics
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