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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........
Wednesday, 7 October 2015
Teacher
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
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| 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!
&
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!
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| sheuli flowers |
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| 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
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