Protesters*

university students raise their voice against atrocities
of police & demand ouster of Vice Chancellor
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The darkness

Hid them all

Even their suffering

But their musical voice

Clapping of hands

Pulled the sun hard

From the dark horizon

The hostile sky was forced

To smile in colors

Of rainbow

I know

That color band is not for long

Will there be a storm?

If there is let there be

I love their song

Halla bol Halla bol**

                

*Braving rains thousands of students from Presidency University, Calcutta University, Jadavpur University (JU) and other educational institutions marched on Kolkata streets on Saturday in a show of solidarity demanding resignation of JU VC after the alleged brutal police action on students inside JU Campus in the early hours of Wednesday.

 

**Raise your voice in Hindi

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Travel

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Some people are crazy

Bitten by the wander-lust bug

They would vie for

Looking at the same sun

Same moon and the same blue sky

To carve out a new meaning

They would risk their life

On the moon soil

Scratch their head

If they could have a mermaid dance

In the Mariana Trench

In the pacific

And some would delve deep

Into their soul

Listening to the song

Of consciousness

Entreating them

To open their eyes

To the cosmic dance

In their whole being

Through countless births

 

We all live for this craziness

Because this is life

 

Posted for Gabriella’s prompt Travel @ dVerse Poetics

Harvest

                                                   source here                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

In this land of festivals

Paddy harvesting

Brings color and joy

Many States

Celebrate harvesting  

In diverse names

In Kerala it’s ‘Onam’

‘Bihu’ in Assam

‘Nabanna’ in Bengal

Tamil Nadu’s ‘Pongal’

From north to South

And east to west

All want to live in joy

In harmony and in peace

So in the name of harvest

No one misses the chance

To sing and dance

Design Rangoli*

In the hope

Of bringing good luck

Seeking happiness

And embracing tradition

                    

*Traditional Indian decorations and patterns made with ground rice, flour, colored sand, sawdust or flower petals done usually during various festivals keeping both the art form and tradition alive.

 

 

Posted for Mary’s prompt Harvest @ Poetry Jam

September

Kans grass under a turquoise sky: image source here

I saw her

Tip toeing

In her deep turquoise sari

Embroidered all over

With white fleecy clouds

I saw her

Drinking

Dewdrops from leaves and grass blades

And hanging out the feathery banners

Of Kans grass on the river banks

I saw her  

Wiping off

The salty sweat of weary workers

And loosening their fetters of duty

On their busy fields

I saw her

Weaving

Joy in every heart for celebration

Of the coming festive season

Her Sheuli garland, lotus petals sing fragrant songs

 

 

Sheuli flower: image source here

Posted for Grace’s Sunday’s Mini-challenge: September Sky @ RealToads

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Sea

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The words

I see have wavy face

Their space

Boundless and unfathomable

As I walk by their shores

Every single sunrise and sunset

Of everyday wear a virgin look

I think of tides, currents, expeditions,

And history of course

 

The words

Breathe salty air so closed to life

I dive into their depth

Holding my breath

Ah breathtaking truths, beauty

And dark hollows

Come in sight

No one knows if ever any light

Will there reach

 

The words

Are here from

Time immemorial

Breaking on the shores of heart

Reflecting a world within a world

Spoken, written, sketched, etched, sculpted and sang

By genius and common man

For me, you and all

 

Posted for Peggy’s prompt Sea @ poetry Jam

A Birth

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In suffocating pressure

Heart and soul burn

Gasp for a dot of air, light

And pray a million years

To be released

From the hellish dungeon

Once out

Days of

Planning, Cleaving, Bruting

Begin; days drag on

Till bathing in acid

Is done meticulously

Only then the pallor is gone

A radiant luster peeps

The whole body glows

The diamond smiles

All suffering ends

Without darkness

There is no birth of light

                

Posted for Anthony’s prompt @ dVerse Poetics – Bringing Light To Darkness

Three Witches

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Weird sisters

Dance around the light

Regicide

                           

 

Posted for Mag 236 @ Magpie Tales