A Tiny Dream

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My dark sky has for me countless bright stars

My dark cloud’s silver line is not that far

Art Thou within me under my dark sheaths?

Be in my heart my Lord my door’s ajar

 

My parched land thirsts for that shiny life’s light

The eyes are seeing without any sight

Blind leading the blind into that black pit

Let the filthy black hate-words lose their might

              

We’ll cover the dark sky with astral dream

Let our thoughts join hands and forcefully stream

Thou be our Pilot and steer the ship right

The dark world shall display one tiny gleam

 

 

Posted for Björn’s Ruba’i and Rubáyiat @ MTB d’Verse

An Evening Out

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Faint pink sky

Is pinned

With a single star

The evening bowl

Is filled

With chirp and twitter

Homeward feet

Are riveted

With weariness

Some are out

On the dirt road

Of stardust

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ An Evening Out @ Poets United

First day for School

my first day for school: photo taken by my father

Eons ago

Two little feet

Set off to discover a new world

On a strangely fragrant January day

Alas! That swindler-Time’s swift, crack hands

Have stolen the golden memory for a keepsake as it were

Under lock and key in His maliciously black mysterious coffer

Forever

 

Eons ago

A young father’s

Loving click of his first born

On her first day to St. Anthony’s School

Still remains and delights the daughter’s heart

Maroon Skirt, white shirt, hair tied up with Ma’s love

Baba’s precious gal gives him a smile tricking Time to save it

Forever

 

Posted for Gabriella’s prompt Back To School @ Poetry Jam

Vincent Van Gogh

Starry Night By Alex Ruiz

The brush was stirring with life

Stars swirled and dropped from the bristles

He cupped them and put on the canvas

They vibrated with the village and cypress

 

They all lusted for life like Vincent

 

 

The Starry Night by Van Gogh : source

Posted for Mag 234 @ Magpie Tales

Maze of Life

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                                It’s a maze

                       Stubborn paths encircle

                  In a never ending winding way

I have been walking from my birth to carve my path

                  Rest I may but I shall not turn back

                       Dark face has starry smile

                               And day star

Posted for Margaret's hosting Play it Again Toads! #8 @ Real Toads. I selected Kerry's challenge: Jorge Luis Borges - become lost in the maze of language, magic & endless possibilities

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Patterns of Time

Let my brief glow

In the blackness of stasis

Create a ripple of light

 

Let my white root delve deep

Into the dark path

And send up a wave of life

 

All life is a moment’s pattern

Like flash of fireflies

Dancing in the night

 

 

Posted for Susie’s hosting Bits Of Inspiration ~ Spirit Nature @ Real Toads…I used a portion of the quote from Blackfoot: "What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.”

 

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Sharing it with d’Verse MTB where the prompt is Patterns of Life

 

On Mahatma Gandhi or Pleasure without Conscience or Pleasure of living

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The shy kid* who walked like a shadow

Was once a 13 year old groom

Butterflies never left his stomach yet his stony words

Hit his child wife in their room

 

Squabbling kids!

 

The razor’s age he had trodden

Hacked and hardened his diffidence

The girmitias** held him in esteem

And some with nonchalance

 

Hail the change!

 

His easy way was bizarre to the worldly men

Hanging a smirk on their face

Eyesore that he was needed to get rid of fast

To save the man’s own race

 

 God save the Man!

 

But the bullets targeted his chest to stop that beat

Of the simple man

Red birds flew up from his bosom into the void and his words

Were the silent sun

 

He is no more!

 

Mercenary killers still walk and I hear their footsteps

In channels and paper

The red birds from the remote past bring me the silent sun

And words dance and caper

 

Poets still live!

 

 

*Mahatma Gandhi

**girmitia was probably distorted form of ‘agreement’-workers who were hired from India to work as bonded laborers in South Africa. They were deprived of basic human rights. Gandhiji fought for them in SA.

 

Written for Susan’s Midweek Motif: Social Goods @ Poets United

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Shared with d'Verse Poetics