Three Witches

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Weird sisters

Dance around the light

Regicide

                           

 

Posted for Mag 236 @ Magpie Tales

 

An Ordinary Life

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The first time I saw you

When our garlands were exchanged 

On the wedding night

The first time I touched you

When our hands were tied by mantras

There was happiness all around

With tearful eyes my baba and ma

Gave my hands to you

To take me far away from them

Love was not at first sight

But there was no dearth of promise

By God’s grace we could give

A loving home to our only child

A very ordinary life

May not be with much color

With pomp and grandeur

With loud laughter and songs

Or feet aching dancing

Neither any rocking earthquake

Nor spewing of lava

Avalanche or quicksand engulfing all

I wonder why we are not

Bored to death

But we are not

May be because

The life is so ordinary

                   

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

A Day in Progress

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I’m on the brick pathway as chiming clock tells me to move on. It takes a few steps from my door to reach there. As I walk I grieve for the vanishing thickets with their birdsongs and all the trees that have made room for the concrete. Vultures hover for a stray dog’s carcass. The narrow lane is littered with cow dung and dog turd. My rickshaw puller comes to take me to school. He grieves too. The battery driven eco friendly Totos have arrived in my town carrying more passengers, plying with more speed and less fare.

              

Blazing blue above

Black glasses cover all eyes

Brave sunshine school kids

 

Last minute preparation for Teacher’s Day Celebration is in full swing. Sweat streams as teachers and students rehearse their one act play and others remain busy in their own work schedule. One red and yellow batik print cotton shawl is needed for the dance recital. The teacher responsible is asking us if we could lend one. Ah flashes of lightning, strong wind and torrential rains rejuvenate every spirit. We all wait for a cool bright 5^th September*.

 

My clean red brick road

Sparkling eyes dispel darkness

Soft prayer ripples

 

 

*5^th September is celebrated as Teacher’s Day all over India in fond memory of the great teacher, philosopher, scholar and the second President of India Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan (1888-1975).

 

This is my first attempt at a haibun. I am not sure if I did the form justice.

 

 

Written for MTB d’Verse 

Stormy Weather ( A Tanka )

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Flashing nails tearing

Clouds into thousand pieces

She pines, heartbroken

Storm in a tea cup rises

All armchair politicians

 

 

Written for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Stormy Weather @ Poets United

                                                     

 

Jeans

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I really am an antique piece

I walk in sari, prefer flip-flops

A lady height impaired

 

Not extravagant

Never swoon over new fashion

Yet I like jeans

When next gen wears them

 

Not all varieties

 

Tattered or pencil ones

Are my eyesore

 

And

 

I am totally a fashion police

If an Indian lady my age

Puts them on

 

Why?

 

It’s….umm…..a faux pas

 

Why?

 

Jeans give them a droll look

So devoid of roots

 

I’m in a pall of gloom

 

Written for Laurie’s prompt Jeans @ Poetry Jam

The Speaking Tree

No one’s here to talk aloud

Talk, talk, talk aloud

My lips are sealed

My word weary soul

Rests, rEsts, reSts

Songbirds wrest peace

From a whirlwind

And drop it into my heart

My eyes wearing the sky as kohl

Sees a world emancipated

From the fetters of word

I hear my magnolias speak

In brave, bold, fiery colors

Of those drops of blood

That were, are and will be

Shed, shed, shed everywhere

Wise, old leaves lying on the ground whisper

Assure me of Time, Peace, Birth and Fall

Colors, colors, colors reign here

My world speaks in hues

And connects all

 

This is for d’Verse Poetics where we are writing poems on Claudia Schoenfeld’s art

I chose Claudia's my magnolias but I could not get it published for some unknown error. The sketch is wonderful and I wish someone would write on it. However I am posting mine.

My Days

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My days

May not be

As symmetrical

As complex

As hued

 

My days

May not be

As captivating

As simple

As soft

They

Still

Work

As hard

Go

As deep in soil

Rise

As sunward

My

Days

 

 

Posted for Kerry’s hosting Sunday Feature Artist ~ Kelly Letky @ Real Toads

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited