BICYCLE-THIEVES

poster of the movie Bicycle Thieves courtesy : google image

Two wheels became

Light, camera and sound

Poverty of post-war Italy

Hit the screen

 Untrained non-actors

Wheeled this De Sica Classic

Safely beyond boundary of time

Posted for Susan’s MidWeek Motif ~ Bicycle @ Poets United

FRIENDS

courtesy : google image

I have a friend

Dwelling inside me

She is sweet

Yet knows

When to be harsh

And hard

I don’t listen to her at all

When she is like that

I almost hate her then

I hear her chuckle

When salt clogs my throat

She is so unkind

Though in the stretched summer days

Or long dark winter nights

She speaks in fragrance

She is a friend in need

I am a shadow of her

Posted for Gabriella’s prompt Friends @ Poetry Jam

I AM

courtesy : d'verse

I am existence

I am in relationship

With the universe

Dusts and the stars

Stare at me

We do feel related

The universe will be non-existent

When I shall cease to be

What lingers

When all is said and done?

Posted for d’Verse where I answered the first question (who are you and whom do you love?) asked by MarinaSofia and included the last question as a part of my poem

A SKY

image by Martin Stranka

I am your dream sky

Embracing your

Passions that burn

And dispel darkness

I am with you forever

Settle slowly

Glass may be shattered

Names may be rubbed out

All that is false and clumsy

May always meet with an axe

To be weeded out

Listen to my promise to you

When there is a fall

The hard land will vanish

Only to become petals

To have you ensconced

With soft fragrance

 Posted for Mag 219 @ Magpie Tales

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Shared with wordle 160 @  The Sunday Whirl

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Shared with Open Link Monday @ Real Toads

          REVENGE OF GAIA

Revenge of Gaia :  Artist Susie McMahon

 

Your torso writhes, warps

Blood oozes out from deep wounds

I can’t stare at you

Your abyss-eyes haunt

Drag, pull me into blackness

My eternal damnation

Your heart’s a desert

Yet no oasis I long for

Ah your wrath scorches

Had I ever sung

The notes you crooned while cradling

Your soul wouldn’t be crushed

Posted for Grace’s prompt Sunday's Feature Artist: Arts & Dolls by Susie McMahon @ Real Toads

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

            A NAIVE PAINTER

                                painting of seraphine louis

The flowers

Who ought to speak

In hue, honey and scent

Have become mute

The bouquet-life

Is so tied up

Cut off from roots

The beauty

Withers fast

The release is

In unsung end

Posted for Fireblossom’s Friday : Seraphine Louis @ Real Toads

         


             A  MANTRA

courtesy : google image

       
 “Why don’t you open your eyes

Before I rise?”

I sat up and saw the speaker

Melting in soft hues of love

Embracing the world

I joined in the Matins

Of the warblers

“Om bhu bhuwarswaha

Tatsavirtu varenyam

Bhargo Devasya dhimahi

Dhiyo yona prachodayat”*

*We meditate upon the most adorable luster of the Sun-god who inspires the functions of our intellect courtesy Wikipedia

The prayer rose from the sages’ voice of ancient India which is still heard in the murmur of countless lips….

Posted for Claudia’s prompt Conversation in Poetry @ d’Verse Meeting the Bar