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My Parents

Courtesy: Poets United

When you two fought

you never knew

how I burnt

in your wrath.

I was a water body,

too brine to taste.

But the Kal-boishakhi* days

were a sweet breeze to me.

For both of you sang together

those familiar songs

of our dear poet.

Though I dare say

your voices

were song-worthy at all.

yet each note bloomed

in my heart.

I still carry their fragrance.

*Violent thunderstorms in the Gangetic plains of India are locally known as Kal-Baisakhi or Nor'westers occurring from March till Monsoon establishes over North-East India: Wikipedia

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Parents, Guardians, Significant Adults in the Lives of Children @ Poets United

Scent

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I smell darkness

in the bloody dawn

when tooth and nail

of man hunters* glint.

Their whispers

reek of gargantuan carcasses

numbing my nostrils.

Are the rose blooming days

a distant dream?

                 

*Recent Assembly election in my State saw atrocities to rig polls by the ruling party who left no stone unturned to resort to this violence. However in most cases the police and military came to the rescue and people could vote though shooting and murders could not be averted.

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – Nothing is more memorable than Scent @ A Dash Of Sunny
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Home of Memories

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I have left my heart

In Pahalgam*

Lidder’s** wild songs

Have stolen my soul

I cached my dreams

In pine forest

On the mountain slope

I let myself

Be Beauty struck

In this fantasy land

Where every drop of life

Is sculpted from Charm

They eddy in the mind

I’ve brought them home

Where I have been living

With memories alone

 

 

*a popular tourist destination in Kashmir

**a river in Kashmir

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Home

Words

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It has been almost three years that I have built a home. Truly my heart belongs here. I could not have dreamt of such a dwelling place had I lived a hundred years ago. My enchanting portal takes me above cloud nine whenever I wish. Happiness is at my beck and call. It is no Arabian tale but truth. Believe me; I see your smiling faces by my wondrous windows every day. How can I forget how my chilly grieving bones received the suns you gifted in the dark nights and stopped fragmenting? With an ear tuned to your music, with an eye set to the word-fountain in your heart, I reside. So do you! Don’t you? This solitary abode of mine vibrates with your presence. What about yours? It’s good that we live on words. Our home is words. Our world is words. We are words. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” In the end there will be the Word too.

 

My bare boughs

Bathe in your sundrops

Shoots sprouting

 

Posted for Haibun Monday #11: Reach Out @ dVerse

I Took You For Granted

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I never imagined

One day you would be

A part of my yearning heart

Little sparrow

Even you carried song

In your pulsating throat

Even you!

And I was deaf and blind

To You

Those man-made iron giants*

Have killed you

Scared you away

Hope you will never go the dodo way

Hope you will never turn into words

To be read only

Never to be awakened

I pray to dawn

To send me this feathery ball of life

To sing and dance

As they did

Only a few days ago

 

 

*Mobile Towers. Radiation from these is being blamed for vanishing sparrows into thin air: Times of India.

 

Posted for Hannah’s hosting Transforming with Nature’s Wonders @ RealToads

 

Spring

In between glum sky

And dewy eyed, listless Earth

My tulip dreams spread

Grief is the shadowy hill

The sole silent onlooker

 

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights ~ Spring is the time of land’s awakening [11] @ A Dash Of Sunny

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United