any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Thursday, 25 June 2015
Time Travel
Anxious faces of loved ones
See tears rolling down her cheeks
While her eyes are still closed
Though she can see
The green fields of yore
And she is playing there as a child
She hears the loving voices
Of her dear ones who are no more
She sees her as a bride
While the grooms face is vague
He left her long ago
When he breathed his last
She sees scenes after scenes
Taken from her life
Though her eyes remain closed
And tears stream down her cheeks
Her bosom still heaves slowly
Then becomes still
The loved ones bend over
Whispers fill the air
Wednesday, 24 June 2015
Summer Solstice
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The longest day
Draped in black monsoon sari
Weeps a river
I smile
At her kohl smudged eye
As my fevered skin breathes blessings
The twittering, chirping little fairies
Touch each other’s wings
Bathing in the little pools
Appearing on the pathways
My heart sprouts
Blue glossy peacock feathers
And dances with thunderclap songs
On this longest day of the year
Let the days shed their light
Let the dark hours be gleeful
Let time’s hand pluck
The weary leaf one by one
And cover the ground
Nothing can take away today’s joy
When the monsoon taps her dancing feet
And the sun stands still
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Entering Summer or Winter @ PoetsUnited
The longest day
Draped in black monsoon sari
Weeps a river
I smile
At her kohl smudged eye
As my fevered skin breathes blessings
The twittering, chirping little fairies
Touch each other’s wings
Bathing in the little pools
Appearing on the pathways
My heart sprouts
Blue glossy peacock feathers
And dances with thunderclap songs
On this longest day of the year
Let the days shed their light
Let the dark hours be gleeful
Let time’s hand pluck
The weary leaf one by one
And cover the ground
Nothing can take away today’s joy
When the monsoon taps her dancing feet
And the sun stands still
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Entering Summer or Winter @ PoetsUnited
Saturday, 20 June 2015
Ode to the Wrist Watches
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I use a pair of wrist watches
They are not mine, though
They belonged to my daughter
Who is now beyond touch
And even beyond time
Those two unkind hands
Both wiped her tears and smile
And her total self
They go on tick ticking
Playing like a see-saw
Throwing me high up into the place
When the world was baby soft
And made of light, flowers and dream
Then bringing me down to the dreary landscape
Till my voice becomes choked with salt
They exert their power on me
Like the orcas playing with seals
Before gulping them down
But there is a light within
That holds me against them
Every day it whispers to me,
“Bear with them a while”
And I listen to the voice of light
I am bearing the unbearable
Posted for Karin’s hosting Sunday Mini- Challenge –
Ode to the Quotidian @ Real Toads
&
Sharing with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
Father of My Nation
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That non-violent heart of yours
Tasted three bullets
Served to you by your sons
I am Nirbhaya*
Born in the land of Buddha and you
They didn’t even spare me
My spirit won’t rest till you are reborn
BAPU JI**!
Thou shouldst be living at this hour:
Bharat*** hath
need of thee
*Nirbhaya means fearless (girl). India does not allow publicizing a rape
victim’s name so the 23 year old girl who was gang raped and brutally assaulted
in New Delhi in 2012 and later succumbed to the injuries was given the name
Nirbhaya.
**Bapu ji is father in Hindi. Mahatma Gandhi was fondly called Bapu ji by the
people of India.
***India is ‘Bharat’ in all the Indian languages.
The last two lines are taken from William Wordsworth’s poem London,1802 only I used the word Bharat instead of England.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Fathers@ Poets United
Saturday, 13 June 2015
Trust
I trust my sun who will always rise
I trust my stars who won’t forget to light
I trust my Ganga* who will ever purify
And my Himalayas who will pull me to His
height
My soul has taken bath in fire yet not burnt
My soul has withstood fear-storm undaunted
Waves of doubt could never blow out Thy name
The trust in Thou glows in my soul like a
flame
Be my storm, fire, deluge whatever Thou Will
With faith, trust, love let my heart be filled
*Ganga is the Ganges
Posted for A Prompt Each day / Daily Dose of Inspiration – Trust - is today’s word to
write on
&
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
Friday, 12 June 2015
Weekend Wordle #2
Books adorning walls
In the big library hall
My own paradise
Wordle is a maze
Deep, darkening, enticing
Short of ideas
A funeral pyre
May consume an earthly form
Unscathed spirit lives
Kite plays with the wind
Desires for a higher sky
A finger controls
Leaders touch the ground
On a begging from door
to door
Oh, there’s election
A red dawn
Sea water blazing
A boat sails
A pair of sweethearts
They are yet to name the
day
We are curious
This tycoon’s
A grounded huge tree
Of humble
birth
An alive
planet
Needs hundreds
of well wishers
To keep it going
Posted for Prompt 13 – Weekend Wordle #2 @ A prompt Each Day
Thursday, 11 June 2015
Spring Joys
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All over, joys spring
Everyone grips sun
Love of warmth spreads
Blooms and bees dream together
Honey-talk Begins
Flowers buzzing
Life burgeoning
Zephyr sings softly
Gaily clad Nature
Waits
Nature gaily clad
Softly sings zephyr
Burgeoning life
Buzzing flowers
Begin honey-talk
Together dream bees and blooms
Spread warmth of love
Sun grips everyone
Spring joys all over
Posted for Mary’s prompt @ MTB dVerse
Tuesday, 9 June 2015
Seeds of Time
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He pulled aside the fog like a curtain
And entered my home
“Who are you?” my voice quivered
His eyes flashed and lips twitched in a smirk
His breath almost scorched my skin
He scattered seeds
That instantly burst forth into saplings
Grew tall, bloomed and withered
I was so engrossed in the dance
Of birth and death holding hands
That I didn’t notice
When he left
A cool breeze whispered into my ears
“Wake up, rise from the ashes”
Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Time
Monday, 8 June 2015
Trust
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I trust my lub-dub
More than
those crooked brain waves
Results – accepted
Posted for Haiku Horizons prompt ~ Trust
Sunday, 7 June 2015
Wilt
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I have a potted plant
I have placed it
Where my heart resides
Its leaves are forever green
Made of remembrance
Twosome dream blooms
With petals of teardrop love
Adorning the leafy twig
They glow, shimmer in joy
Dispelling darkness
I deeply inhale
Their fragrance of promise
That tell me
They shall never wilt
Posted for Wordplay #2 – Wordprompt @ A Prompt Each day
(The word prompt today is Wilt)
Saturday, 6 June 2015
The Night Played Music
Not a wink of sleep
The night played music
with star notes
Shy bride and her groom
Posted for Prompt 6 – Weekend Wordle # 1 @ A Prompt Each Day
(I have used three given words marked in red)
&
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
Wednesday, 3 June 2015
This poem is a sparrow, a child and a promise
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This poem is a sparrow
This poem is an angel-child
This poem is an utterance that may be called
a promise
This poem is homeless
It longs to make a nest in the holes,
crevices of an old house
It is compelled to feed its fledglings with
poisoned pests, alas!
It prays everyday to be free from the web of
mobile radiation
This poem is a dwindling, empty nested
sparrow
This poem is a playful, missing winged child
It loves to plant seeds with its little
grubby hands
It cavorts with the twittering of a feathered
friend
It buys birdhouse with piggy bank money
This poem is the dreamy twinkle of the eyes
of a child
This poem is a green promise
It pledges to build its shelter with
moonlight grove
It aspires to make this water bubble of the
cosmos into a blue crystal
It wishes to bind all by a string of faith
This poem is a promise to connect every soul
to create a peace abode
This poem is the shadow of a sparrow
This poem is a dreamy child
This poem is the verdant promise of a blue
crystal in motion
I was inspired to write this poem in Boomerang Metaphors (invented by Hannah Gosselin ofMetaphors and Smiles) after reading the chat between Sherry and Elizabeth
Crawford published on Monday the 1st June 2015 @ Poets United.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Sustainability @ Poets United
This poem is a sparrow
This poem is an angel-child
This poem is an utterance that may be called
a promise
This poem is homeless
It longs to make a nest in the holes,
crevices of an old house
It is compelled to feed its fledglings with
poisoned pests, alas!
It prays everyday to be free from the web of
mobile radiation
This poem is a dwindling, empty nested
sparrow
This poem is a playful, missing winged child
It loves to plant seeds with its little
grubby hands
It cavorts with the twittering of a feathered
friend
It buys birdhouse with piggy bank money
This poem is the dreamy twinkle of the eyes
of a child
This poem is a green promise
It pledges to build its shelter with
moonlight grove
It aspires to make this water bubble of the
cosmos into a blue crystal
It wishes to bind all by a string of faith
This poem is a promise to connect every soul
to create a peace abode
This poem is the shadow of a sparrow
This poem is a dreamy child
This poem is the verdant promise of a blue
crystal in motion
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I was inspired to write this poem in Boomerang Metaphors (invented by Hannah Gosselin ofMetaphors and Smiles) after reading the chat between Sherry and Elizabeth
Crawford published on Monday the 1st June 2015 @ Poets United.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Sustainability @ Poets United
&
Sharing it with Open Link # 150 @ dVerse
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