I am amazed
At the perpetual festivity
All around us
The moment a lonely shy bud
Hidden from the beholders
Slowly blooms
Opening out her
Hesitant petals
There’s honeyed joy
Everywhere
Even in death
There’s no dearth
Of jubilation
The excited ants run
To and fro
With a death news
Hundreds celebrate
And drag a defeated
Dragonfly for a feast
All the blanks
Are duly filled up
When my heart turns to stone
The sun still shines
When a mother loses her son in
bomb blast
Quietly flows the Ganges
When the air of mistrusts breed
enmity
The fragrant lotus blooms
Our loss is only our loss
There’s no scarcity of joy
In this paradise of life
Those iridescent pearl drops
Shoot rainbow
Each one a memory
Of the wave
That rose once upon a time
In a heart
That hid an emerald sea
Where a water nymph
Spoke in the language
Of promise
A twine of love
Labored hard
To string each dream piece
Building up takes a life time
Not breaking
Almost like the snipping
Of a stray lock of hair
Within minutes
The cord is pieced
But iridescent memories
Remain forever
Posted for Mary’s
prompt Broken @ Poetry Jam
It’s a traditional Mughlai main
course
All you need is Basmati, vegetables,
Spices, saffron, dry fruits, ghee
And the most important of all
Is your love, love and love
Love for the ingredients
Love for culinary art
Love for those whom you serve
If one of the items in the list
is missing
Mughlai aroma will flit
With it the taste
And you are done for
Written for MTB @ dVerse PoetsPub where we are to write ‘a list poem’
Glint of stars in eyes
A whole sky in two hearts
Today is a rose
It’s not true that I never played
with dolls
It’s also true that I played with
bats and balls
A wild child with unkempt hair
was me
Who loved climbing a special
mango tree
Spoilsport red ants would declare
war
Taking the gazelle form we’d jump
afar
Limbs were in place but if the news
got home by some dolt
Spanks were not spared to make
sure the child wasn’t spoilt
Long time ago all this took place
Seems yesterday as I ride time’s
crest
I’ve kept that child secured
inside me
Who often whispers about that
magical tree
Where that childhood still hangs
like fronds
And inspires with Nature to make
bonds
Sleepless
eyes
Work harder for a scoop
To
feed thousand minds drooling in wait
The more spicy the happenings the more is the
sale
Drunkard
causes Princess D’s demise?
Beehive world’s busy for
Breaking news
Sleepless eyes
Guard us on frontier
Desert storms and blizzards blow over
Enemy
bullets often snuff out these lives
Unsung they return home in coffin
No news channels for them
Our heroes
The poem is written in Triquain. Syllable
division per line is as follows:
3 - 6 - 9 - 12 - 9 - 6 - 3 (and so on)
Written for Mary’s prompt News @ dVersePoetics
Sound of heavy boots plundered sleep
Explosives are fallow land’s reap
Shadowy figures weaving net
A huge haul of life’s the target
We sink into the quagmire deep
A grain of wisdom is time’s need
To uproot this blood hungry weed
But blame-game is rending the air
All ears are deaf to our
peace-prayer
Selfies reap the yield of their
seed*
*We are now living in constant threat
of terrorism. Military forces everyday are busting the militants’ dens and
discovering explosives. Rulers & oppositions are engaged in exchanging
expletives while the criminals are making good their escape. Commoners are
suffocating in this political quagmire.
The poem is written in Quintilla
/ Spanish Quintain form with eight syllables in each line and 5 lines a
stanza & the rhyme scheme is a. a. b. b. a.
The poem is written for Kerry’s
Sunday Mini-Challenge: In Other Words @ Real Toads where we are to select one
of the two given titles from two books and substitute our own words in place of
those indicated below and write a new poem under the title we’ve created. The
books were: a) The Curious Incident of the Dog in the
Night-Time, a
mystery novel by British writer Mark Haddon. b) A Grain of Wheat, a novel by Kenyan novelist Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o
1.
The --- Incident of the ---in the
---time.
2.
A --- of wheat
3.
A grain of---
&
Shiny green changes mind
Surely yellows and reds
Sudden burst of colors
Spells a catastrophe
Silence slowly descends
Supernovas in trees
Written for MTB & Vandana’s
prompt Pleiades
So much nourishment, refuge,
forbearance, forgiveness yet we care not
Mother being stripped, violated,
strangled to death yet we care not
Sand tongues are growing longer
and lapping up our life yet we care not
Motherless children wail for a
droplet of mercy yet clouds care not
The leaves are still
Air quiet
Sighs are granite here
Words frozen
Shadows move about
Hearts are empty
A cuckoo’s song fills the void
The pink sun greets a blue star
Sequined night sky looks festive
The sleeping angel
Is in the new home
Of peaceful rest
Written for Laurie’s
prompt Graveyard @ Poetry Jam
We rarely see the moon
Our eyes are heavy
Even before darkness has set in
What can keep us awake?
Words from his mouth
Alphabets from the pages
Even dark ink
Is our moonlight
Kailash Satyarthy* is our sun
And we love
Walking in the dazzling sun
* Kailash Satyarthi is an electrical engineer
and an Indian children's rights activist and a Nobel Peace Prize Laureate. He
founded the Bachpan Bachao Andolan in 1980 and has acted to protect the rights
of more than 83,000 children from 144 countries. Wikipedia
I have used the first line of the
final stanza of the poem “To Rest In The Shade” by Eugenio Montale in the title and in the last
line of my poem.
The soft dewdrop eyes
Reflect the dreamy light
The sun is hidden in the heart
Who can put out the life
In whose veins rush the bright
stars?
Flame of the sacred fire
Touches the frozen desires
And melts the fear
Of thousand butterflies
To rise higher and reach the sky
Posted for Poetry
Pantry @ Poets United
Four mighty beaks
Of velvet ravens
Dug into the soft mud
And flew away
With the pond
Holding its four corners
The Ganges dolphin sighed
Not to find Joel Robinson there
Posted for Bjorn’s prompt @ MTBdVerse
Stems twist towards light
While the roots scoop life
From darkness
A sage once taught
That expansion is life
Contraction death
Like the universe expanding
We venture out towards growth
Through bright, black and blurred
paths
Each step assures us
Of the sweet or bitter fruits
Of knowledge and perceptions
We are wise
Before that eternal slumber
In the cold earth chamber
Or on the fiery pyre bed
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif
~ Exploring @ Poets United
The tall Neem tree
Lovingly let the crow
Caw and clean its beak
On her dappled limb
If I were the Neem
Would I allow the scavenger
Come near me?
I wonder…..
The emerald pond
Beneath the Neem grieves
As he sees his sky pieced
By a sharp net of strings to trap
birds
Hanging a few feet above him
If I were him would I ever let
The humans steal the bird-meal?
I wonder…..
Omnipotent humans
Know how to harness Nature
To meet all his demands
And cast Her away to silent tears
If I were Her
Would I ever let
These audacious worms live?
I wonder…..
Posted for Gabriella’s prompt
“If I were Poems” @ Poetry Jam
Those lackluster eyes
Live in a void
Trembling lips twitch
But that childlike smile
Is lost like the rivulet
Consumed by the hungry grains
Of the desert
The tongue bleeds
As broken pieces of speech
Pierce through
Curse of senility
Has blown up the knife-edge bridge
Between the two
Solid rocks of the past
And the present
The deep gorge of oblivion
Flows towards
The infinite ocean of despair
Posted for Poetry
Pantry @ Poets United
&
Her lethal workforce
That always hit the bullion’s eyelid
Are missing their tart
Each single strategy of her triathlon
Is hissing towards her needle woman
To pour venue
Medusa is trapped
In her own quietism of sticky life
Fragrant tuba blooms
As you sow so you reap
Addictions are not so cheap
Posted for MTB where the prompt is to write Oulipo poems
The original poem:
Autocrat
Her lethal words
That always hit the bull’s eye
Are missing targets
Each single strand of her tress
Is hissing towards her neck
To pour venom
Medusa is trapped
In her own quicksand of sticky lies
Fragrant truth blooms
As you sow so you reap
Adages are not so cheap
