Deviation

 Day-3 May Musings

Haiku 3

                                                                       artbysunita  

an abstract image

 shades of  pure serenity

sweet accomplishment. 

Winged Guest

 Day-2 May Musings

Haiku-2

                                                                           pic:sunita

handsome visitor

riding on a chariot

magic in the air.

Isolation

 Day-1 May Musings

Haiku-1

                                                                          Pic:Sunita

                                              life dances on hope

peeps through the glinted window

a labour of love

Bottled Up

Day-30 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: Giving directions

                                                                         image:sunita

One can find 

Different ways to breathe

I know, it is not easy

To breathe in and to breathe out

But, nothing to lose

We can do it together

Suck your tummy in

Don't forget to close

The right nostril

And then

The left one

Take a deep breathe

Inhale and then exhale.

To breathe 

Take the right amount of water

Let it steam.

Don't forget to drop a pinch of turmeric

A few leaves of neem too will do

Now, inhale that concoction

Let your lungs flare up

It gets clogged and rusty

Take a deep breathe

Now stand tall and check

How far you have moved

The lungs feeling the heat...right?

I know the road was a little rough

There were those high cliffs

And to breathe with eyes closed

You feel you are walking

In a dark, shadowy corridor. 

But, there is no other way

To stay alive

One has to breathe

You know how it is

Fear comes without a sound

Death takes away the breathe

But, birth brings it in.

Shall we start again?

I mean breathing to survive!

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-7/

Cycle of Motions

 Dat-29 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: Imagine a window looking into a place or onto a particular scene.

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Then....

It sees life

Brimming with energy

Dancing on a rainbow

The laughter of small children

Running on the roads

With a cricket bat and ball

Another one  pushing  a cycle tyre

His dream vehicle with a stick

A few ladies enjoying the evenings

Gossiping, sharing jokes 

With their sisters- in-arm

The carefree lovers, holding hands,

Throwing cautions to the winds

An old lady holding the finger

Of her favourite grandchild

Walking with laughter in her eyes

The cyclists, motorists

Going to their destination

With a broad smile  

To meet their loved ones

Just a year back ago

A panorama of happy faces

Displayed from the kitchen 

There was so much noise

Smells and fragrances

Breathing on those roads...

Now...

It mourns

Searching for a lifeline

In the silent echoes

The only pedestrians it sees

Are the four legged

Starving and barking

Fighting over a piece of bone

There is that lone cow

Munching on plastics and paper towels

The voiceless too miss their human friends.

The emptiness in the streets

Echoes desperate loneliness. 

But...

There is  hope

In the azurine skies, tempting,

With  sensuous evenings and better future

Hope is a strange thing

It becomes a prison for a person.

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-7/

Rotating Skins

 Day-28 NAPOWRIMO 2021

Prompt: To write a poem that poses a series of questions.

artbysunita

Why are you judgmental?

Why my color bothers you?

Is there any sense in how I look ?

Does this earth belongs only to you?

How about measuring the earth 

And the shades it wears?

What about the air, water and sky?

What is their skin color?

Shall we divide the sun, the moon,

And the stars too ?

What percentage your color demands?

Shall we check that percentage

And come to a conclusion

To see whose share is more or less?

Who gives you the power to intimidate others?

Isn't it time to check the chronology of time?

Shall we base our superiority based on that?

Who came first?

Who came last?

Who evolved first?

Who evolved last?

Which species will rule?

So, what is the verdict?

How many skins do you have?

Is your blood different than mine?

Does it slot people

And flows knowing the skin colors?

Does your fat pockets judge

People based on the weight in their pockets?

How about changing that  mindset ?

Can we stop finding faults in others' skins?

Don't you think acceptance is the peace word?

Well, shouldn't we co-exist considering,

Humanity is colorless, Am I right?

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-7/

Onism

Day-27 NAPOWRIMO

Prompt: To write a poem inspired by the entry from " Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows"

Onism the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.

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A kaleidoscope  belonging to

Another world

 Carrying hope on its wings, cuts across the sky.

It tempts a prisoner , stuck in a quagmire

To break the walls

But, the noise within, shuts all the doors.

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-seven-7/

Trapped

Day-26 NAPOWRIMO-2021

 

                                                                              artybysunita

A phone call and your world

Turns upside down. A friend

Without saying  goodbye.

Carried childhood memories

To the other world.

Another one on ventilators

Struggling to survive.

And one more hits the bottom

When the results came out

How can one bear

So much pain around,

People who were part of your life

Leaving silently without warning

And you just stare at the walls

With a numbness trying

To absorb the distant wails.

Space- Time

 Day-25 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Today, I wrote something for my daughter. She is in the US and we in India. The world is going through a bad phase and we worry about each other everyday. Just to give her hope and to have faith, I wrote a few lines.

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Dear Sneha,

You are too young

To measure

The ridges of time

Spread across the skin

Some sagged

Some cracked

Some wrinkled

They have weathered

The stormiest of pain

The deepest of emotions

The softest of touches

And some have

Hardened when

The heart has melted

In an ocean of betrayal

You are too young

To know their depth

Be strong

To overcome

When they knock

And become your memories...

With Love,

Maa

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-five-7/

Farewell

 Day-24 NAPOWRIMO-2021

                                                                          artbysunita

I don't know

What to write,

As words have

Worn a shroud,

There is silence

All around me.

I find dear ones

Who laughed

And made merry 

Becoming invisible,

They are in the realms

Across the meadows

Embracing the earth.

The heart is helpless,

It mourns, to see the

Long winding road

Taking  loved ones

To a place unknown.

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-7/

I Carry Her Laughter In My Heart

 Day-23 NAPOWRIMO-2021

Prompt: To write a poem that responds, in some way, to another. This could be as simple as using a line or image from another poem as a jumping-off point, or it could be a more formal poetic response to the argument or ideas raised in another poem.

I  have chosen my favourite poet Kamala Das's  poem" My Grandmother's House"

                                                   image: sunita My grandmother's house.

How to put in  words the surging emotions I feel

Remembering, so much love and warmth,

In those wrinkled hands, caressing a broken soul.

A childhood, breathed in her loving arms

Forgetting all the pain, destiny had strewn in the path.

The walls of that house, still resonates with her presence

Every nook and corner, has her footprints in invisible shapes

The verdant backyard, stamped by her  tender hands

Smiles  with fragrances of fruits, vegetables and flowers

Now, when I am on a cliffhanger, I remember her the most

She touched others' lives positively with her ancient wisdom.

She has left  many fond memories to reminiscence 

When the heart is burdened and helplessness touches the soul

I let  those memories and her soft smile

Flow in my veins, to hope, and to accept, all the shades of life.

Participating in : https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-three-7/