Energy

source

The consciousness that dances

In the tiniest feet of the ant

To carry its food triple its size

Is given to me also

I build my home

And also my food

With words

“Praise be to God

Praise be, praise be praise be”*

 

 

*The lines are from the lyrics of the national anthem of Zambia.

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Energy, Vitality @ Poets United

Black Hole

source

It’s a sun,

And not a fly

Yet it’s trapped in the web

Of a super massive spider

While being slowly eaten

It struggles to survive

Streams of stellar debris

Come out like sighs

Death spares none

You may be a star

Or a fly

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited

River

candlelit leaf boat courtesy google image

Haridwar

A piece of heaven on earth

Made holy by a few drops of Amrita*

Here flows the Ganga

The Goddess in Her river form

Giving Moksha** She washes the sin of her children

Who take a dip in her bosom

Pilgrims in millions stream there

For a touch of the Ganga

I was once among the millions

When the setting sun tinged Her body ochre

Like everyone I sailed my candlelit leaf boat

Carrying a pilgrim’s wish

Pinned with a dream was your name

A year after, to me, you came

 My child, you made this life a dream

 

*The elixir of immortality. In Hindu Mythology once the gods and demons churned the ocean. The process released many things. Amrita was one of them.

 

**Freedom from the cycle of death and birth

 

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ River

Art

courtesy: Bjorn Rudberg

I chisel to create you

Offspring you are

Of my soul

You are my desire

My passion

My joy

My refuge

My existence

I will live

With you

Here

Forever

                                             

Posted for dVerse Poetics – Carved in Stone hosted by Bjorn 

Fire

In this fiery place I dwell

Where the blue is blazing

Flowers are still on fire

Flame of life flickering

 

Where the blue is blazing

Ember of grief lingers

The soul is smoldering

Flowers are still on fire

Bees, butterflies rushing

Thinking honey-days as never ending

 

Flame of life flickering

Dreaming of celestial fire of love

To wrap the burning soul

 

                                                                       

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Fire

Terrorist

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The seed is deeply buried in heart

A time will come when it will burst

What will it bring forth, a song?

A rose? But only a dream of ammunition

 

A time will come when it will burst

Into language unknown

Nurtured by scorching heat of hatred             

 

What will it bring forth, a song?

Worded by lethal thorny prick

Crooned by voice that can’t sing of

 

A rose? But only a dream of ammunition

The seed has cracked the earth

And paused eyeing us all

 

Posted for MTB – Trimeric Form @ dVerse

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Teacher

courtesy: PU

Words that come from Teacher

Quiver with life

Touch us

Make us alive

To the world around us

We look up

Recognize our Guru

We are prepared

To walk with him

From darkness to light

                  

               

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Teacher, One Who Teaches @ PoetsUnited