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