Citizenship

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Is

The infinite canopy of responsibility

Under which

We home

Branch out

Love

Play with freedom

And at last

Die

In peace

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Citizenship @ Poet’s United

Pilgrimage

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The breathtaking Trikuta* Mountain top

Embracing the Vaishno Devi shrine

Watched me

As an equestrian

Slowly but surely

Climbing up

Moonlight shawl all over

Singing with other pilgrims

Walking, riding or in palanquins

In praise of the Mother

The breathtaking Trikuta Mountain top

Embracing the Vaishno Devi shrine

Waited with bated breath

For me and others

To cover those uphill serpentine 14 km pathway

Sloughing off the material self

Being prayer itself

To offer our prayers

To Mother Vaishno Devi

And return safely

 

Which we did

 

*Trikuta is located in Jammu, which is one of the three administrative divisions within Jammu and Kashmir, the northernmost State in India. Trikuta, the triple peak, is where the holy shrine of Vaishno Devi can be found. More than 10 million pilgrims visit this shrine every year: Wikipedia

Me, at the hotel after whole-night-walking

 

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry #296 @ Poets United

Sigh

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Do you remember

The thirty year old young man*

Whom you called ‘Cyclonic Monk’?

To whom you said “We’ve come to you

As we would go to Jesus”

He told you, “If only I could set you free like Him”

Do you remember

The thirty year old young man

Whose love flowed in the words

“My sisters and brothers of America”

And you flowed towards him

For the sake of a touch of his godly hands

Do you remember

The thirty year old young man

Whose words deluged America

It was one 11^th September, 1893

At Parliament of Religions in Chicago

It was you who said, “He is Strength and Love personified”

Ah, mark the date

9/11

Love bloomed then

An epoch making nineties

Of the Nineteenth Century

Sigh…………………………………

*Swami Vivekananda

Posted for Susan’s Midweek motif ~ Ninety / The Nineties @ Poets United
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Shared with Open Link Night # 169 @ dVerse

Extremes

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You live in the extreme

When you live without darkness

Yet beauty envelops knowledge

And you yearn for escapades

Courting chaos

Like Helen did

You live in the extreme

When you live without light

Until knowledge illumines

So that you can feel a word

Even the abstract ones

By a simple touch

Like Helen did

 

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Posted for Kerry’s hosting Flash 55 Plus! @ Real Toads

This Poem is an Artist, a Rainbow, a Forest

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This poem is a color happy Artist

This poem is a rainbow born from a seed

This poem is a forest of fairy tale trees

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This poem is an abstract art

A canvas with crazy hues

Each color vying with the other

To dazzle and hypnotize you

The invisible brush in Her hand

Paints with strokes and splatters

To make you marvel at Her mastery

This poem is a color happy Artist

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This poem is Eucalyptus deglupta

Birthed from cracking a seed

It races towards the sky in no time

It yearns to touch its love hidden there

While its bark peels like paint

It morphs into a solid rainbow itself

With strong roots well grounded

This poem is a rainbow born from a seed

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This poem is a spectacular forest

An almost impossible treescape

Of living and scintillating rainbows

One might mistake it for Eden

Though there’s no fruit for Adam or Eve

But the dreams of others grow unhindered

And reality stands on the threshold of dream

This poem is a forest of fairy tale trees

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This poem is a tale of Nature as an abstract artist

This poem is a ground born rainbow dreaming high

This poem is a dream of a forest of fairy tale trees

[This is my attempt at Hannah Gosselin’sBoomerang Metaphors]

                                                           

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – When besotted with Green [8]

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

My Flower

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A flower was offered to me,

It was the spirit of beauty

With its petals of innocence

It whispered in fragrance

To forget it never

As it won’t last forever

When the scented days were spent

I realized what My flower meant

 

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ A Flower Was Offered To Me

Politics

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Lots of plots

To coil and clot

Toil hard

Not to spoil

No need to guard

The slot of lips

Lisp

Slop words

Over the tongue edge

Lop off truth

That MiGhT

Be the TrUmp card

Solicit supPort

Stop not

Till the top is reached

Politics Tick

 

Posted for Sunday Mini-Challenge: FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ Pierrot Granade hosted by Gillena @ Real Toads