REFRIGERATOR

As she opened the door

Icy serpentine words rushed

Spitting venom

Thousand split-tongues danced

She bore the wild attack

Unperturbed

And became a candle

She wanted to wrap them

Melt them, make them glow

Just as the silver threads of the moon

Keep on weaving radiant garments

For black night

Posted for Get Listed With Brendan : Moon Madness @ Real Toads

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JOURNEY

 

 New York at Night, Vivienne Gucwa

Down memory lane

They walk hand in hand

May be a gray oblivion

Hides the pathways

They journeyed together

Still the cobbled moments

They trod on eons ago

Are illuminated

By love’s light

Both of them look like

The silhouettes of trees

Deeply rooted on life’s course

Posted for The Mag : Mag 201

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EXPECTATION

That my eyes see not

Any blemish anywhere

My new year’s hope

That my ears hear not

Politicians’ tongue-lash

My new year’s hope

That I do possess

A low-profile nose to smell

My new year’s hope

That my tongue utters

Thy name in pleasure and pain

My new year’s hope

That all do I touch

Be not without Thy sweet Will

My new year’s hope

 Posted for Haiku Heights
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Bamboo – A Tanka

     Gaia’s blessed child

Your thousand green eyes tremble

    Though you sway a No

Man’s concrete hands approaching

To grab your home for high-rise

Posted for Hannah's Transforming Friday with Nature's Wonders @ Real Toads 

        A TANKA

           

On the white darkness

A pale orange flow trickles

Grasses melt in joy

Stretchy days on sparrow’s wings

Listen to the twittering

 Written for Kerry's When I Write Tanka (Part1) ~ Hisashi Nakamura @ Real Toads
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      A Moment Remembered

                        

The wonderful toys receded away

The child moved on with insatiable hunger

In his eyes, following the parsimonious parents

I was following him, keeping a sharp lookout

Without his knowledge of course

Until he lost trace of his parents

In that teeming hundreds of the village fair

Aw look at his panic stricken face

Oh how he is grieving his loss

Of the greatest gifts of God, his parents

‘Ma’m, the village is so small

He’ll find his parents’…say my pupils

Snapping my reverie…….’of course he will,

Mulk Raj Anand’s Lost Child’* I answer

And become a lost child myself

My heart secretly mourning

 For my father, in the classroom…..

*Mulk Raj Anand was a renowned author and critic of India. Most of his stories are based on the life of the toiling masses of India. Lost Child is a short story included in the English syllabus of secondary education in West Bengal.

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Nelson Mandela – In Memoriam

In the heart of darkness

You played with light

You became light

You burned

Scattered

Light

Scattered

Burned you

Light became you

Light played with you

Darkness of heart thinned

posted for Kerry's Prompt @ Real Toads

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