Silence

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Dawn’s soft pink downs,

A teary twilight,

Clapping monsoon clouds

In appreciation of peacock dance

The lofty Himalayas,

Looking over the Ganga,

Grains of planets and stars

Strewn across the universe

Singing the song of existence

Rob me of my desire,

Tears of joy trickle down the cheeks

All words melt into non-existence

I am silent.

 

Posted for Sanna’s prompt ~ Silence @ Prompt Nights – On Popular Demand [1]

The Hunt

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The moon’s spinneret secret silver threads

The field mouse dreads

The screech that’s shredding the silent silver night

The feathered feet in flight

Would swoop down with talon eager and gay

To clutch and tear its prey

Making a grand meal of the fateful day

The cold wind howls while the silver corns shiver

Deadly wings ride the wind, circle and hover

The field mouse dreads the feathered feet in flight to clutch and tear its prey

 

 

Posted for dVerse MTB: Unraveling the Ovillejo

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Food

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When you feel that unpleasant emptiness

In your stomach

Take a food item

Need not be your favorite one

Watch it closely

Aren’t you amazed?

Don’t you feel the pull

Towards

Its physique

Color

Aroma

And ultimately

Towards its taste?

They do melt on the tongue

Oozing happiness

The taste buds, teeth, cells

Are nothing short of miracles

Are they not?

 

To some

Food is a marvel 

Their eyes glued to the twinkling breadcrumbs

Strewn upon the sky

So distant and unreachable

They frantically search for those

In trash cans, dust, dreams……

To some

Food is a nightmare

For they want to shrink

Beyond recognition

A size-0 ethereal fashionista

They desire to morph into

Subsisting on crash diet

Some

Are food-stuff themselves

Cannon-fodders

They are born as ingredients

To be cooked by the Statesmen of their lands

And served on battlefields

Of foreign shores

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Food

Perfection

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Touch of perfection is everywhere

In every sphere

From an atom to a nebula

Think of a rose

Its softness

Its fragrance

So dreamlike

It needs to have thorns too

That’s what makes it perfect

Like our life

Bubbling and waving and roaring

Then Stops flowing

By Death’s restful hands

Perfection is this unique balance

 

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Prompt Night

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I Cannot But Write These Lines

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As smog of hate blankets this earth

Elephants storm out of jungles

Ravaging towns of ours*

The black night smiles with starry dimples

I cannot but write these lines

 

As soldiers fly abroad to kill and be killed

Death’s talon picks up starving laborers one by one

In the silent Red Bank Tea-garden**

White Jasmine makes the night fragrant

I cannot but write these lines

 

As darkness breeds darkness in living

This planet starves for a drop of light

Malala rises singing aloud the change

"One child, one teacher, one pen, one book" makes

I cannot but write these lines

 

 

*Recently the incident took place in the State where I live. Shortage of food is driving the poor Pachyderms mad.

**Another recent incident in our State

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Design

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We have been open

To all the patterns around us

From precision of the season’s pirouette,

To the orbital dance of the cosmic orbs

To each cell’s magical journey

From Birth to death

If there is ‘tyger’*

There is also ‘lamb’

An absolute heaven everywhere

No chaos anywhere at all

We are given a bit of free will too

The choice is ours

The Designer is not without humor

                     

*I used Blake’s spelling of tiger

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Design @ Poets United

Arundhati- Vashishtha

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At night

When Holy Fire is lit

The newlyweds take seven steps

Around it

They look up at you

For your blessings

O Arundhati and Vashishtha*

Now that the knot has been tied with love

Ages pass

You are there forever

So is the benediction

 

 

*Mizar and Alcor form a naked eye double star in the handle of the Big Dipper asterism in the constellation Ursa Major. Mizar is known as Vasistha and Alcor is known as Arundhati in traditional Indian astronomy.^[8] The pair is considered to symbolize marriage (Vashishtha and Arundhati were a married couple) and, in some Hindu communities, priests conducting a wedding ceremony allude to or point out the constellation as a symbol of the closeness marriage brings to a couple.-- Wikipedia

 

 

Posted for Star Light Star Bright – dVerse Poetics