Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Teacher

courtesy: PU

Words that come from Teacher

Quiver with life

Touch us

Make us alive

To the world around us

We look up

Recognize our Guru

We are prepared

To walk with him

From darkness to light

                  

               


Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Teacher, One Who Teaches @ PoetsUnited

Monday, 5 October 2015

Towards Light

courtesy google image: by Khalil Gibran

This life is a child’s play with a doll house, at least for me. I had been playing like the luminous clouds hiding the sun, like the lunar smile outshining the sequined sky. Everyone is my playmate. I have played through squabbles and reconciliation, dislike and love. Like a river dancing along its banks and rushing seaward I’ve touched and been touched even by those whom I haven’t met and flowing towards the infinite with the hope of Seeing Thou, my ultimate Playmate. My doll’s house is broken though and the doll gone. Yet play is not done.

 

The past a thin mist

I sit by the radiant path

Eyes towards a light

 

The quote I chose: Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream

 


Posted for Haibun Monday 2 @ dVerse

Sunday, 4 October 2015

To Him


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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

Wednesday, 30 September 2015

My Prayer

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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

Saturday, 26 September 2015

Fashion


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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

 

 

Posted for Margaret’s hosting Play It Again, Toads! @ Real Toads

 

I combined two archived challenges Ella's Edge - Fashion and A Word with Laurie Allegro: Eight Lines, One Minute!

 

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Sharing it with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Choice


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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

Saturday, 19 September 2015

Not Everyone is Happy


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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!

 

sheuli flowers

Kash/kans grass

*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.

 

 


Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United