The Sunday Muse #251
The shaded profile
Speaks a language.
Splashes of brown,
Dark browns-
In the wrinkly folds.
Holding many secrets
Like a crater on a roll
Shadows merge
In the shades of kohl
In its depth
Lies the biographies
Wrapped in layers
And layers of memories
Subdued and forgotten
In the wheel of whorl!
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The Sunday Muse #227
My joy
is broken
into fragments.
It touches
a moment
and slips
Through the fingers.
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The Sunday Muse 226
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!
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The Sunday Muse #225
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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.
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The Sunday Muse #222
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!
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The Sunday Muse #219
Dear Bev, you will be always missed, Rest in peace dear wordsmith.
The Sunday Muse #218
This poem is dedicated to Sherry Blue Sky!
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!
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The Sunday Muse #216
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"Flaming June" by Frederic Leighton
The Sunday Muse #212
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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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The Sunday Muse #207
The music resonates
Resonates the happy days
Days of laughter and blissful times
Times now shattered
Shattered between acrid smell and smoked debris
Debris stirs silence
Silence, that echoes the gunfire
Gunfire, that silenced the smiles
Smiles of dear ones
Ones who were part of life
Life sacrificed mindlessly
Mindlessly, in the hands of greed
Greed has raised its demonic head
Head, that has completely forgotten
Forgotten, that we are all humans
Humans will all perish
Perish, in our own space and time
Time cannot erase
Erase the memories
Memories that resonates
Resonates the melodies
Melodies of happier times.
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