Love / 14 Feb

                                             

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These words come to me when I think of love

I see kaleidoscopes of teens in street

Wearing courage, smile they flutter and flit

Drunk in honey words, pairs of cooing doves

 

Devi Saraswati* and the Saint above

Indulge, smile, bless making hearts to be lit

These words come to me when I think of love

I see kaleidoscopes of teens in street

 

Many firsts happen on the Day of Love

Living in a cloud cuckoo land is sweet

For the enlightened hearts there is no pit

That key of prudence not all of them have

These words come to me when I  think of love

 

 

Form: Rondel

 

*Devi Saraswati is the goddess of learning, enlightenment and knowledge.  In West Bengal,Saraswati is worshipped on Vasant Panchami, a Hindu festival celebrated every year on the 5th day in the Hindu calendar month of Magha (about February). Hindus celebrate this festival in temples, homes and educational institutes alike. Wikipedia.

The day has become the Bengali Valentine Day. Specially the school and college goers are in ecstatic mood with no studies and all friendship(!).

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Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights ~ To Love Would Be Sublime

“Tonight, I want each and every one of you to close your eyes and write the first thing that comes to mind when you think about Love……”, Sana says. I did just that.

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Also sharing with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

 

Winter Skips Bengal

             

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Mischievous is truant winter

With its feet ready to drop out

Pursing its warm lips in a pout

Runs the errant child of Nature

El Nino is its dearest peer

Holding hands they joyfully shout

Mischievous is truant winter

With its feet ready to drop out

Green parrots now are in despair

Date palm sap forgot to drip out*

We failed to meet its needs no doubt

So it flees and elsewhere loiters

Mischievous is truant winter

*In winter a slit is made into the date palm tree for the sap to drip out and collect into a pot to be made into jaggery by heating (During summer the heat at night makes the sap rancid and alcoholic).This is known as Nolen Gurh in Bengal, a winter delicacy. But this year we almost had a warm December and topsy turvy weather because of El Nino.

 

Posted for dVerse MTB; The Rondel

Nolen Gurh, courtesy   ; google image

Whenever possible keep it simple

Copyright Kanzensakura

All we need is

A Window

To let in

A patch of sky

A big Heart

To let go

Scratches

Tagged to this life

A little Fire

To keep the wheels

Of the days

Moving

A teeny tiny

My space

To read and write

And not to forget

The Shrine

To talk to God

In the calm and stormy night

 

 

Posted for dVerse Poetics ~ As the Cookies Crumble

I used the 3^rd fortune strip as my title as well

Different Worlds

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The empty chair

The hardened ball point pen

The diary sighing over the white pages left

Rows of eager books on the shelves

The bone-china cup with a smiling Mickey

The brocaded salwar-suit

The Kolapuri sandal

            And

The neighborhood birds

Miss her

 

Stoic rock

Sits on the Atrayee* bank

Unmoved

 

*A river in our hometown

 

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Inanimate And The Non-Human

Our State Will Go To Poll Shortly

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Black days to arrive soon

When will ensue

Battle of words

Wrong, right

Serrated and Blunt

By Right and Left

To lull the people

Into bizarre numbness

Dazed mass will vote

Ballot boxes

Will be in the limbo of a lull

Tough times ahead

 

 

Posted for dVerse ~ Quadrille – 2 and the chosen word is Lull

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