APRIL 19

 

They* walked           

On feather feet

And saw

With prism eyes

Took the moon

For a rainbow-ball

They loved

Weaving sunbeam dreams

When the black storm rose

The prism broke

That sad celestial eye

Showered

Gray light

The two shadowy sisters

Hobbled

On brick feet

*Two of my students, who lost both parents in a road accident

Posted for Sam’s prompt @ Real Toads

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 A SONG

(April-18)

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 With those

Dove-alphabets

The song Written on

The azure paper

Sung by you

Is powerful

To stop    

The blood-bath

I sink my quill

In the sun-pot

Copy

Those songs

And whisper

To the wind

To take them

Far and wide

Posted for Marian’s prompt Working On That @ Real Toads

  

SELF-PORTRAIT

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I wish

I were

Free

From this mortal cage

Of bone and flesh

Of desire and greed

Of envy and lust

Only to

Glide

On the

Ocean of

Consciousness

Of who I am

Truly

Light

Energy

Purity

Now

Gasping

For a release

Buried under

Layers of mass

Posted for Brian’s prompt ‘self-portrait’ @ d’Verse Poets

   APRIL-17

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COLLECTION

I have seen many a home-wall

Where display plays a great role

Creating mood, taste and

A soothing ambience for all

On the door and window pelmet

Of my parents’ home

There are onlyGanesh* idols 

 Even the walls are adorned

With beautiful elephant headed god

Who hangs and swings trunk and a smile

With the bare red paunch and one tusk

He radiates bliss, blessing, myth and siddhi**

I tell ma doesn’t the room look like a shop

With so many Ganeshas in spite of their art value

Ma says would you call your home a bookshop

I remain quiet as I don’t agree

I love a minimalist home (books exception)

*Ganesha (IAST: Gaṇeśa;  listen (help·info)), also spelled Ganesa, also known as Ganapati and Vinayaka is a widely worshipped deity in the Hindu pantheon.^[2] His image is found throughout India and Nepal.^[3] Hindu sects worship him regardless of affiliations.^[4] Devotion to Ganesha is widely diffused and extends to Jains, Buddhists, and beyond India.^[5]
Although he is known by many attributes, Ganesha's elephant head makes him easy to identify.^[6] Ganesha is widely revered as the remover of obstacles,^[7] the patron of arts and sciences and the deva of intellect and wisdom.^[8] As the god of beginnings, he is honoured at the start of rituals and ceremonies. Ganesha is also invoked as patron of letters and learning during writing sessions.^[9][10] Several texts relate mythological anecdotes associated with his birth and exploits and explain his distinct iconography.

**Siddhi is a Sanskrit noun which can be translated as "perfection", "accomplishment", "attainment", or "success".^[

 courtesy : wikipedia

Posted for Ella’s prompt Poem a Day: Creative Walls @ Real Toads

             

 

APRIL-16

SILENT FILMS, SPRING & GOD

(Two Tankas) 

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Pictures in motion

Grand silence in monochrome

A fountain of joy

Year round spring for music-men

Cuckoo, cardinals in hearts

While divas twinkled

Charlie showered wits and mirth

Mood setter tinting

All religiously loved work

Blooming made each day holy

Posted for Kerry’s prompt Silent Movies @ Real Toads

&

Mary’s prompt Bees, Birds and Bunnies @ Poetry Jam

&

Susan’s Mid Week Motif ~ Holy Day @ Poets United

 

APRIL-15

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Pages crinkled in the old book

I sat with it with searching eyes

Yellow-whisper in musty tone

Filled the room with long sighs

Each word a casement opened wide

Let in the antique world as tide

Spoke in the language of bluebells

 Soul was eager in Nature’s tales

Her voice trembled eyes mist covered

She held two birds in her two hands

I hadn’t seen such birds in life

What birds are they? Of which lands?

The sad lips twitched and softly spoke

“My dodos are they whom you broke

Garefowls, Quaggas unending list

You killed all, my defenseless beast

I am Gaia mother of all

Please have mercy on my children

Aggression is bad you know well

Let them play in sun and rain

My skin is scorched my breath’s failing

My heart’s wounded I am ailing

I ask you have you seen my looks?

I don’t want all to live in books”

Letters they became as before

Cuckoo’s song delighted my ears

The leaves in breeze-dance, blooms flashing smile

Were enough to wipe tears

They all echoed Mother Earth’s voice

They left me with no other choice

But to write this tale of the Earth

Whom we know too well from our birth

Posted for Kay’s Challenge For April 15 Na Po WriMo @ Real Toads

 

APRIL-14

                                                        The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus
               
                                                                    (self-portrait)

The brush was his vehicle

To take him

To the mysterious world

Of Color and canvas

And place him there

Forever                                  

He hadn’t forgotten

To take with him

That voyeur feline

They will stare

For centuries

And enjoy visits

To them

Be aware

Posted for Magpie Tales : Mag 215

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Shared with Open Link Monday @ Real Toads