Poetry Pantry - #164

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Poetry Pantry - #164

 PRAYER 

 

In the dimly lit hut

The little fairy blows the white conch shell

And lights her tiny oil lamp

Makes sure her deity is garlanded

And sandal paste put on its forehead

She offers sweetmeats on banana leaves

They will become Prasad bearing blessings

She closes her eyes and sings

The soulful music lights the celestial lamps

Every atom vibrates with devotion

She becomes Prayer herself

Rising fragrance from the incense stick

Envelops the devotee’s world

 

For  :  Poetry Jam

Prompt - VISION

Vision

He painted murals

Walls and ceilings reflected his light

Sometimes he would be found strolling in the garden

Soaking up all the fragrance and colors inward

His brush moved so fast ……

In split seconds his canvases spoke

Though his world was getting blurred day by day

He never lost hope and grew a strong inner eye

His brush didn’t stop though vision did

He turned his hand to sculpture

And he did bring life to stones

Smilingly he would say

“Leaving the world of color

I am now enjoying this world of shape”

For   :  Verse First ~ I Cried Out

Soul-Searching

Everything is so noisy these days

I am not having a wink of sleep (cry)

I hear my swollen knees and ankles

In their sinister voices telling me

 Hey how dare you climb so many stairs?

I rather not dwell on my mind…ugh!

It has become a forest, my own making of course (sigh)

Harboring tigers and lions, rhinos and monkeys

Pouncing and roaring, chasing and screeching……..

I shudder………….and …………I hear…..    Is it my voice?

“What! It is my body. Not I the body

And I cannot be the mind. It’s my mind.

They are my possessions. They are not I.”

Then “I” must be something different………..

Now I am in search of my “I”……

 

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For  :

Haiku Heights #272 - Fresh

 

Parched earth sighs for rain

Black beauties shake off droplets

Fresh greenery sprouts