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                   

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Lace

                   LACE

                                 courtesy : google image

There is a mad rush

For possession of beauty

Passion flowers bloom

Intricate design in lace

Blind eyes on candle-lit face

Posted for Susie’s prompt 

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Lace

@ Real Toads

         CHILDREN

                                 courtesy : google image

Countless stars

In the sky of dream

One by one

 They come

To Light up the homes

Of the fortunate

Handle with care

They are the angels

In another form

They are

God’s gift

To you

Submitted to Susan’s Mid Week Motif ~ Children @ Poets United

         DURGA-PUJA#

                             courtesy : google image

The fragrance of Sheuli* tells me

You are coming

The swing of the Kash** plumage tells me

You are coming

The fluffy white sails in the azure firmament tell me

You are coming

The beaming eyes of the poorest of the poor tell me

You are coming

The buzzing of the buyers and the shrewd sellers tell me

You are coming

My heart-beat sings in unison with the Dhaki’s*** drum

Autumn whispers in my ears that You have come

O, Mother live in our heart forever

Let my eyes see your devotees of various faiths

Let all words transform into Hallelujah as my ears take them in

Let my tongue utter your name all day and night

Let my hands touch you in various life forms

Let my soul inhale the peace whispering in each atom

#Durga Puja (Bengali: দুর্গা পূজা [d̪urɡa pudʒa], listen:   listen (help·info), "Worship of Durga"), also referred to as "Festival of Durga") or Sharadotsav is an annual Hindu festival in South Asia that celebrates worship of the Hindu goddess Durga. It refers to all the six days observed as MahaShashthi, Maha Saptami, Maha Ashtami, Maha Nabami and Vijayadashami. Durga Puja festival marks the victory of Goddess Durga over the evil buffalo demon Mahishasura. Thus, Durga Puja festival epitomises the victory of Good over Evil.

*Night-flowering jasmine

**Kans grass

***Drummer

 Posted for Laurie’s prompt Festival @ Poetry jam

                TREES

                              courtesy : google image

You are still the same ancient sage

Epitome of calm forbearance

We thrive on our greed, might and rage

Forgetting our past war we wage

Against you who shows no grievance

You are still the same ancient sage

Blessing us with life as you age

 Harboring us without pretence

We thrive on our greed, might and rage

 Indulge in killing and carnage

Your bounties speak of tolerance

You are still the same ancient sage

Grounded with a verdant visage

We have our brazen insolence

We thrive on our greed, might and rage

We comb your home for horn, plumage

We know silence is your parlance

You are still the same ancient sage

We thrive on our greed, might and rage

Posted for d’Verse Poets Pub where the prompt is Tree