Celestial Bird of light
Thou art so rarest
Few fortunate souls
Find you
Recognize you
Follow you
They are the salt of the earth
Thou art born not only for them
But for us too
The worldly beings
Do we care?
Thou art our path to immortality
Do we care?
We are starving souls
Yet your words are manna dew
To appease hunger
Do we care?
No
We cling to this world
We kill
Crucify
Our tongues are fire made
Heart of hatred
We speak
In the language of bullet
Our hands are made of Kalashnikov
Yet thou love us still
Thou hast kept us alive
So that we may look up and find you
But……
Do we really care?
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
All my senses are weary of light, life
I look up to you dearest dark rest
Soothe my soul with thy healing touch
Let my eyes see not
Ears hear not
Tongue speak not
Let thy soft cool hands of love
Take away the hatred that corroded all cells
Let my warring earthly home
Be embraced by your peace made hands
Let us all recover
From this disease of Death
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Recovery / Healing @ Poets United
I look at Nature’s dancing feet
Allegro they sing
She moves from summer to fall
To winter to spring
Her looks and exquisite garments
Continue changing
From green to fiery to white to rainbow
Hope and joy they bring
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Life is given.
The tree, roots down the dark earth
Shoots up to the luminous sky,
Branches out,
Stands the storm,
Bears fruit, sustenance,
Harbors life.
Its soul is made of forbearance,
Mercy and forgiveness.
Man hacks, chops, puts it to death
Yet it dreams for the wellbeing of others.
Mother Nature in her tree body
Shows the way
To live this earthly life.
We could be like it
Making this birth meaningful
Our choice.
Posted for Mary’s Midweek Motif ~ Choice @ Poets United
She dabbed some white fluffy cloud
On the endless blue canvas
I was watching Her
She sprinkled sun dust all over the place
Shiny fronds began to sway by Her soft breath
I was watching Her
She was weaving beauty
With lotus, sheuli, Kash*
I was watching Her
Stream of joy flowed from the cup of Her hands
This is Mother Durga’s** homecoming
Happiness is in the air
Oh! How I miss you!
*flowers of Bengal that bloom during autumn
**This is also the time for worshipping Durga who is our eternal mother.
The festival marks the victory of Good over Evil. Early Autumn does prepare this homecoming of Mother Durga.
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Let your words flow
From the crystal heart spring
Shimmering in truth’s glow
Let your dreams bloom
With the soft fragrance of joy
Dispelling all thorny gloom
Let your soul sing
In chrysalis voice
And eternal beauty spring
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“Isn’t there any recent photo of her?”
“Many. But I want her to dwell in my heart
only”
“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean…
“It’s okay. There’s touch of her
On the floors
On the walls
On the garden path
Everywhere outside
Where all could see her
Now it’s only her and me
In my heart
She will reside
Till my Deep slumber”
Posted for MTB dVerse: What’s
That You’re Saying!?
