Saturday, October 1, 2022

Finding Again

 Day-1

OctPoWriMo-2022

Form: A haiku



                                                                     pic:sunita


passions many dead

opened up to new wonders

doorways lit again











Participating in : OctPoWriMo-2022





Sunday, September 11, 2022

Time Lapse

 The Sunday Muse #227


My joy 

is broken

into fragments.

It touches 

a moment

and slips

Through the fingers.



Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Sunday, September 4, 2022

A Journey between Parallels

 The Sunday Muse 226




Life sustains

On stolen moments

Sometimes expectedly

Sometimes unexpectedly

There are no two ways

When the heart yearns

To smell the flowers

Even in the wilderness

There is a hunger to feel, to learn,

To get enchanted in the embrace 

Of the greatest teacher,

The nature!




Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Saturday, August 27, 2022

Glimpses

 The Sunday Muse #225




I want to tell you
All about the changing seasons
The fragrant dawns
The blazing sunsets
The welcoming chirpy mornings
Breezy springs and sunny summers
The soothing showers and warm feelings
Shimmering beaches and swaying palms
Bottled secrets and wandering dreams
And many more,
When we meet on the dewy rainbow.



Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Sunday, August 21, 2022

Shades

 The Sunday Muse #224



The fragmented heart

Embraced colors

To fill the emptiness.


The resonance of

Fear and tears

Washed in the bright shades.


They healed, the

desolate wounds, wrapped

In ebullient hues.





Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Sunday, August 7, 2022

The Mystic

 

The Sunday Muse #222


Singer & Songwriter Michal Elia Kamal 

The strings of a bohemian heart

Rhymes, 

Through the fingers.

There is no tomorrow in the tunes

There is only 

Today and self, to feel

Life floating on wings of musical chimes.

The yearning,  

For freedom transcends

In the tranced existence of a rhythm. 

As the seven ragas 

Swirl in the veins,

A Sufi is born; free, alone, and formless!




Participating in : The Sunday Muse


Sunday, July 31, 2022

Sunshine and Rainbow

 The Sunday Muse # 221



Softly thudding heartbeats
Lead her to the shores of dreams
Where the sun sings
The tune of love and peace.

She catches the rays
In her aching heart
To wean away the ghosts
Chasing her nightmares.

Sweet life smiles
In the company of friends
She builds her cocoon
And holds her piece of sky.



Participating in : The Sunday Muse


Sunday, July 24, 2022

Impermanence

 The Sunday Muse #220




In the caressing darkness
Creeping through the
Breathing shadows
A few memories whisper
In a lingering rhapsody.
Breaking down the barriers
Of a bottled existence.
They come en masse,
With zillions of sunny dreams,
Fleeting heartaches,
Haunting love songs, magical moments,
Wordy duels and sometimes,
Just a smoldering silence.




Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Sunday, July 17, 2022

Poets

 The Sunday Muse #219 

Dear Bev, you will be always missed, Rest in peace dear wordsmith.



They come on wings of words silently,
Bringing invisible bonds of warmth hopefully.
When the heart sinks into the pits of darkness
Their kind words erase the tinge of loneliness.

They are a band of strong warriors
The mightly carriers of thoughtful words
There is strength in their invisible existence
Which fills the heart with immense peace.

Some stay deep in the heart
Carrying the torch of love
Their presence is ever felt
In the realms of the poetic world.



Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Sunday, July 10, 2022

Free Spirit

 The Sunday Muse #218




The world in its shades
Builds many barriers
A cacophony of choices
That is when the spirit speaks
A language of freedom.

There is peace
In the smallest things
When nature plays
The flute of resonance
Life takes a leap.

Maybe a hermit
Took birth through those choices
But, there was a choice
Without the hurdles
Made by the social norms.

Freedom comes
At a price!



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This poem is dedicated to Sherry Blue Sky!

Sunday, July 3, 2022

Dominance

 The Sunday Muse #217



The fire engulfs

The last threads

Of freedom 

To choose

To live

To fight

To survive

Her hopes shredded 

By age-old bias

A towering cross

Hangs on her crown

She has  no right

Over her body

The law controls it

In the lands

Where Liberty

Dies a silent death! 




Participating in : The Sunday Muse




Sunday, June 26, 2022

Fire in the Heart

The Sunday Muse #216



The vagabond spirit
fluttering
in the cage
waiting
to soar high
and
touch the winds of life.


Participating in #The Sunday Muse

Sunday, June 19, 2022

Remembrance

 The Sunday  Muse #215



the dark memories
flood the rivers in the heart
never-ending ache

losing suddenly left a half-built scarred wall life stuck midways


the heaven and earth
shed a tear of loss and grief
the pain built a nest




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Saturday, June 11, 2022

Sweet Desires

 The Sunday Muse #214

                                                    "Flaming June" by Frederic Leighton


There were days
When the sultry evenings
Burning with desires
Flickered dreamily,
Anticipating, longing
For the warmth,
To flood the cells.
To get swept
By your gaze,
Lustily, completely,
In the paper mache
Silhouette, if so
Ephemerally,
In a liquid state.



Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Sunday, June 5, 2022

Silent Resilience

The Sunday Muse #213

                                                                  Image source here

She walks through
The silent arches
Like a dervish, swirling through
Virgin dreams.

She is the
Percussor of hope
A determined dreamer
Who knows where her
Heart belongs.

An echo of her
Resilience inspire
The veiled voices, to resist,
To stand tall.
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*
*
Bearer of faith
She is
The woman of evolution!


Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Sunday, May 29, 2022

Freedom

 The Sunday Muse #212



Musings,
Bright, splinted, streaming thoughts
Rejuvenated by destiny.

Weaved,
Collectively through the hazy hours
And wreathed with fine confetti.

Hours of,
Contemplation, pain, and memories
Took, the shape of words.

Finally,
The parchment changed
Displaying a canvas of life lived.

Imperfections,
Sharp, shaped, and dark
Accentuated and accepted in bold.




Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Saturday, May 21, 2022

Veiled

 The Sunday Muse #211


 


From one end of the earth

To another, echoes the images

Of chained voices. Shadows

Separated by hemispheres

Hide behind laced windows.

Life snails on rigid parallels;

The voices silenced, gagged,

By the harsh tones of patriarchy

The reflections stare at the horizon

Their entwined fate

Moves on the elliptical motions 

As their shared destinies

Wear shrouds of truth and lies.

 


Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Saturday, May 14, 2022

A Calling

 The Sunday Muse #210



A memory

Soaked in rains

Deeply aching,

Blushed suddenly.

On a cloudy day

On the shore,

Two lonely strangers

Met at the stretch.

A glowing face with

The hair gone wild,

In bare feet

Dancing with the waves,

Stared at a face

A shadow,

Covered in a

Marlboro scent.

Thousand emotions

As old as time

Sprung up and danced

In the pair of smoky eyes.

The salt on the skin

Tasted of love and life

As one gaze met another.

On that lonely sandy shore

In the arms of silence

Life left an unfinished story.




Participating in : The Sunday Muse


Saturday, May 7, 2022

Self-Worth

 The Sunday Muse #209




This is how it feels

To be  free

From the baggage.


Baggage of expectations

Others' needs

And self-doubt.


There is freedom

In one's space

Where you find yourself, 


You deserve

To live your life

On your own terms!



Participating in : The Sunday Muse

Tuesday, May 3, 2022

A Lacuna

 May musings-2022




It's loneliness

that stares

in the milieu

of thousand voices.

Sunday, May 1, 2022

Sands of Time

 The Sunday Muse #208


Can you hear?

The whisper of the erratic seasons,

Heralding in an unknown disaster.

Look! Can you see? 

The  charred forests, eroded cliffs, melting icecaps,

Accentuating the plight of transition.

Can you see the difference?

Glaring head-on,  in yesterday, today;

And the unseen tomorrow.

Wake up! Don't gather; autumn's fallen leaves!

The seasons have left too many telltale signs

The future of  next-generation lies in our hands

Let us do our bit to make the earth breathe again.



Participating in : The Sunday Muse



Saturday, April 30, 2022

The Wild Heart

 Day-30 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write a Cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems.

                                                                           pic;sunita

What is this drink, but the April sun,

Smelling of tempestuous winds on the skin.

This is noon for strangers who part the window drapes,

Hunger in their eyes and a burning longing in their hearts.

But, they only wander, tripping idly over puddles of desire, 

The walls shield the longing of their desperate fires.

From a silence, somewhere deep within,

A seductive fragrance embraces the hot humid evening.

The sights and smells and sounds shall thrive and go on,

While the summer breaks into a dance of its own.



I love the poems by Kamala Das. I have taken a few lines from some of her poems.
"What is this drink, but the April sun", Summer in Calcutta
"This is noon for strangers who part the window drapes to peer in". Hot Noon in Malabar
"But, they only wander, tripping idly over puddles of desire', The Freaks
"
From a silence, somewhere deep within", Words
"The sights and smells and sounds shall thrive and go on". Forest Fire



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Friday, April 29, 2022

Inheritance

 Day-29 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with.


                                                                       pic:sunita


Growing up under your shadow

You were her hero, the strong banyan tree.

She eagerly waited for the birthday gifts

The little fingers would hold the bounty

Smelling the woodiness with pleasure

Feeling the joy rushing in the veins

She would bury herself in 

The realms of the magical world.

Time moved on timeless horses

That little girl turned into a 

Voracious reader, her youth found

Comfort between the parchment of words.

When destiny played hide and seek,

Your gifts have been her

Constant companions 

When your absence

Eroded her soul.



Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2022




Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Doubts

 Day-28 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write a concrete poem (shape poem)


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                   Music                                                               arise

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In Search of Faith

 Day-27 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write a "duplex" a form of a sonnet.



                                                         hometown: image from a friend.


The blood flows like a timeless maverick

With exotic, untamed thoughts and words.


Sometimes the thoughts are stuck

While rummaging through the layers.


The broken  layers have turned frosty

Pain comes like a marauder dangling on a heartbeat.


Heartbeats are signs of living

When a mysterious tomorrow marches on a labyrinth.


Marching in and out of hospitals

Why not make the best when there is still a speck of hope.


They say the world survives on hope

I do believe there is a lot more to do.


There are more dreams to conquer

When the blood flows like a timeless maverick.


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Tuesday, April 26, 2022

The Forecast

 Day-26 NaPoWriMo-2022

  Prompt: To write a poem in an epic simile.


                                                                        pic:sunita


The seasons are like making love

on wild meadows of erotic earth

a melting pot in the daylight and

flashes of thunder and lightening

in the twilight as an when the earth

starts fuming the fires like a dragon.

In the daybreak

the bees  prance around the blooms

sucking the nectar as if their life

hangs on a time machine.

The squirrels get busy

shuttling from one tree to another

wondering if the earth is ever

going to get cooler or hotter

or both in the blazing weather.

Very difficult to tell 

whether it is spring or summer

while the queen of spring

like a Houdini, sings

behind the curtain of greens.




Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2022






Monday, April 25, 2022

The Village Goddess

 Day-25 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write about a vision or a dream depicting a woman.


                                                                            pic:sunita  

She walks in my dreams

With the charm of a faraway land

Where she lived life

Within the arms of nature

Draping her saree 

In the traditional way

She walks to the spring

Carrying  pots of clay

As if going on a pilgrimage, in her 70s.

Climbing that rocky terrain 

A synchronized balance on a hip and head.

Always barefooted.

Her betel-nut pouch firmly

Tucked in the folds of her sari

Those steep steps, eroded with time.

Marked with her footprints.

For half a century the rocky path kissed her feet.



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Sunday, April 24, 2022

The Wild Flower

 Day-24 NaPoWriMo-2022

Prompt: To write a poem in which you describe  something with a hard-boiled simile.

                                                                      pic;sneha


The long tresses swirled like waves

As she walked through the glade

Her curves were like a stream on a move

A painting of perfection

A happy fairy unaware of the blazing stare

He watched from afar

She was fragile, beautiful, and vulnerable 

It made him defenseless,

He was scared of his own feeling. What if he touches her

And she breaks into pieces?

He was a secret admirer. A voyager, a believer.

She was like water in a vase, clear, crystalline 

So clear was her infinite beauty

It reflected as she moved through the meadows

Like a free bird, boundless, serenading the breeze

With her wanderlust. He was just a thirsty traveler.

He could only love from a distance.



Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2022




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