On Truth

Courtesy: Prompt Nights

The world

Will slip away

One day

Yet

We all love

To dump

This truth

Into the future bin

Taking the world

For real

We amass

Shadows

In the twilight hours

The lone hands

Grope in the bin

Gather Truth

We sigh

Die

With Truth

 

 

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Night: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction, I chose to write a poem on Truth

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited

Identity

Bharatnatyam* Source

I really do not know

Who or what I am

All I feel is that

I am a bundle of consciousness

Entrapped in a weather beaten body

With a delusive mind

That often directs me

Into action

Making me its slave

A slave to its hunger

To its passions

To its desire

To its happiness

To its ailment

How I wish to break free

And have my own identity

What would that be like

I wonder though

May be a very abstract ‘I’

Without the attributes of a body,

A name, a gender, a religion,

A home, a language, a country

And never enthralled by this magic that world is

It would perhaps be very out of this world

Will that ‘I’ be infinite, eternal

Omniscient and omnipotent

I really do not know

All I know is that

I am a spark of consciousness

Intent to end this slavery

To find out my true identity

 

* Bharatnatyam is a form of Indian classical dance. Here the right hand of the performer is in the pose of Bhramara(Bumble-bee)-Hasta(hand). Bumble bee is regarded as auspicious. The left hand fingers are in the pose of Alapadma(Fully bloomed lotus) hasta, the rotating lotus of spiritual life. The eyes are directed towards the supreme lord. The left leg is lifted, symbolizing the swift ascent of the consciousness in one step from earth to the heaven.

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Identity

The Birds!

courtesy: google image

Hundreds of black crows

Shelter less by last night storm

Cawed in unison

Ceaselessly

To mourn

The death of their peer

By the electric wire

Dangling menacingly

For more prey

 

Posted for dVerse MTB: an Imagist poem

A Green Mirror

Source: Google Image

A green little pond

Is a rare sight in Kolkata these days

Icing on the cake is

There is a blue, blue kingfisher too

Swinging on the cable wire

Loosely hanging over the pond

Pondering perhaps:

To dive or not to dive

In the wink of an eye

It goes in

Fishes

There’s a silver flash

In its long brown beak

I am fed too

With happiness

How I wish this pond to hold on

To its fish-dream forever

If I had the power

I would hide it

From the greedy eyes of Real Estates

 

Posted for dVerse Poetics where we are writing Ecopoetry

 

Courage

source: Morguefile

It’s an effort to breathe

Without cease

When each moment

Strives to stifle

It’s giving, embracing

Without a complaint

Everyday

 

It’s the gentle breeze

Of candle light

Blowing away

The dusty darkness

It’s burning, melting

Without a stir

Every night

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Courage

Karma

source

The flaming desire

The abyss of ego

Will not let me be free

From this whirlwind-cycles of life

I come again and again

Bringing with me

The seed of my past karma

Nourish it with self love

And eat the fruit

When they are sweet

I cherish and lose myself in it

Creating more seeds

For this life, next life

When they taste bitter

Make me numb in sorrow

I groan

Play the blame-game

 

Will this feast never stop?

 

I wish to cut off all those tendrils of karma

That bind me to the flesh

Taking me away from Thou

My beloved God

Fill my every emptiness

With Thine thoughts

Let my desire be to see Thou

My beloved Lord

My beloved Father

My beloved Mother

My beloved Friend

My beloved Love

Let this little boat sail

Towards Thine shore

Thou alone Art True

All else is false, vain

Smeared with death

 

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – Nothing Haunts Quite Like Karma [3] 

The Himalayan Dream

The Himalayan Monal: Source

I’ll dust the cloud from window pane

To see the sun leap up on mountaintop

I’ll drown myself in birdsong

Then walk like a Monal*

Radiating dazzling colors of joy

My Himalayan dream

Is a skein of wild geese on migration

 

I’ll catch those beads of frost on my palm

When the lofty pines will sigh

I’ll treasure the touch

Of mossy oaks and, stately deodars**

And the smooth silvery bark of the tall firs

My Himalayan dream

Is the rare blue poppy pushing out of the thawing soil

 

I’ll keep the lone moon cascading on the snow caps

In my swaying rib cage

I’ll free my mind of the thoughts that walk snow-leopard like

In fear of the poachers coveting its smoky gray skin

I’ll bring with me the rock solid spirit of ibex

My Himalayan dream

Is a dense reddish brown woolly coated Tahr***to keep all warm

 

 

 

*Monal is a Himalayan bird with nine iridescent colors

**Deodar is a species of cedar in western Himalayas

***Tahr is a relative of the wild goat

This poem is inspired by Words From Cold Mountain by Han-Shan 

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