We rarely see the moon
Our eyes are heavy
Even before darkness has set in
What can keep us awake?
Words from his mouth
Alphabets from the pages
Even dark ink
Is our moonlight
Kailash Satyarthy* is our sun
And we love
Walking in the dazzling sun
* Kailash Satyarthi is an electrical engineer
and an Indian children's rights activist and a Nobel Peace Prize Laureate. He
founded the Bachpan Bachao Andolan in 1980 and has acted to protect the rights
of more than 83,000 children from 144 countries. Wikipedia
I have used the first line of the
final stanza of the poem “To Rest In The Shade” by Eugenio Montale in the title and in the last
line of my poem.
The soft dewdrop eyes
Reflect the dreamy light
The sun is hidden in the heart
Who can put out the life
In whose veins rush the bright
stars?
Flame of the sacred fire
Touches the frozen desires
And melts the fear
Of thousand butterflies
To rise higher and reach the sky
Posted for Poetry
Pantry @ Poets United
Four mighty beaks
Of velvet ravens
Dug into the soft mud
And flew away
With the pond
Holding its four corners
The Ganges dolphin sighed
Not to find Joel Robinson there
Posted for Bjorn’s prompt @ MTBdVerse
Stems twist towards light
While the roots scoop life
From darkness
A sage once taught
That expansion is life
Contraction death
Like the universe expanding
We venture out towards growth
Through bright, black and blurred
paths
Each step assures us
Of the sweet or bitter fruits
Of knowledge and perceptions
We are wise
Before that eternal slumber
In the cold earth chamber
Or on the fiery pyre bed
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif
~ Exploring @ Poets United
The tall Neem tree
Lovingly let the crow
Caw and clean its beak
On her dappled limb
If I were the Neem
Would I allow the scavenger
Come near me?
I wonder…..
The emerald pond
Beneath the Neem grieves
As he sees his sky pieced
By a sharp net of strings to trap
birds
Hanging a few feet above him
If I were him would I ever let
The humans steal the bird-meal?
I wonder…..
Omnipotent humans
Know how to harness Nature
To meet all his demands
And cast Her away to silent tears
If I were Her
Would I ever let
These audacious worms live?
I wonder…..
Posted for Gabriella’s prompt
“If I were Poems” @ Poetry Jam
Those lackluster eyes
Live in a void
Trembling lips twitch
But that childlike smile
Is lost like the rivulet
Consumed by the hungry grains
Of the desert
The tongue bleeds
As broken pieces of speech
Pierce through
Curse of senility
Has blown up the knife-edge bridge
Between the two
Solid rocks of the past
And the present
The deep gorge of oblivion
Flows towards
The infinite ocean of despair
Posted for Poetry
Pantry @ Poets United
&
Her lethal workforce
That always hit the bullion’s eyelid
Are missing their tart
Each single strategy of her triathlon
Is hissing towards her needle woman
To pour venue
Medusa is trapped
In her own quietism of sticky life
Fragrant tuba blooms
As you sow so you reap
Addictions are not so cheap
Posted for MTB where the prompt is to write Oulipo poems
The original poem:
Autocrat
Her lethal words
That always hit the bull’s eye
Are missing targets
Each single strand of her tress
Is hissing towards her neck
To pour venom
Medusa is trapped
In her own quicksand of sticky lies
Fragrant truth blooms
As you sow so you reap
Adages are not so cheap
