I watch you flow and sing-
jagged rocks on your path
make you foam-
yet you sing on-
I’ll sink into you
for that red wild flower heart-
Posted for Poetry Pantry #421 @ Poets United
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Clue
I am a subhuman,
living in stupor-
when you live
in a land of goats
you are unable to read signs-
Night appears to be sizzling
with light
while Day lurches under cover of darkness-
this happens
when you live with goats
in a goat-land….
at night which originally is a day
you find hollowed, murdered words
lying like famished humans of the Bengal Famine-
you find hollow-men brawling
in talk shows of spicy politics-
and you can’t smell apocalypse with a blocked nose
while bridges collapse and fire consumes traders-
yet you are clueless-
you mistake the scimitar for a moon-
and write poems-on a breezy day
which actually is the blackest of nights-
this is because
you live with goats
in the goat-land.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Evidence/Clues @ Poets United
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Sharing with dVerse Open Link Night #228
Sunset
She gave me her
Sunset smile-
And my heart became numb
Bleeding darkness-
Since then
My words putting on
Crepuscular robe
Tilt towards night-
Posted for my prompt ~ Sunset @ Poets United Midweek Motif
Tagore
He lives-
his each breath
is a calm, placid word
with a shelter,
with the southerly breeze
tucked inside-
to give me a home,
to blow away the sobs still left-
He sings-
his each note
is a cloud-sail
with a fiery dream,
with a skein of geese
flecked on it-
to kindle my soul,
to make it forever free-
He is a forever giver.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Charity @ Poets United
What If
What if
the humans faded away
into nightmare-
all flora, fauna
and knowledge vanished
into nothingness-
E would
still be equal to
mc2
grand math
would still glitter
in the night sky
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ What If @ Poets United
The World Is A Beautiful Place
When a half burnt forest sighs-
A half eaten moon trying to be a smiley
Writes a half-light story in a dark sky-
When a half dead ocean cries-
A mother whale leaps up
Letting her child go to ‘full fathom five’*–
I tell myself
The world must be a beautiful place
For it is still alive-
*The Tempest Act I Sc. II
Posted for my prompt ~ The World Is A Beautiful Place for Poets United Midweek Motif
National Flag
The Indian Tricolor flying today
Is a snow white dove
It’s peace and all love-
But when it drapes the still warrior
And brings him home
It’s tears and all b
l
o
o
d
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ National Flag(s) @ Poets United
My Little Poem
My little poem
Tattooed with stars,
Sits in the corner,
Cooped up, weary
Among wreckages
Of her dream-
She looks at me-
She has a halo of lemon yellow-
Words hang all over the place-
I am tidying up every syllable,
Though I’ll throw some away
Into the darkness outside-
I am waiting
To see her dance
In the end-
Posted for The Sunday Muse for muse # 15
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Shared with Poetry Pantry #415 @ Poets United
Of Poems
I stitch my sighs with the dewy bloom
to do away with soggy gloom-
I thread through the rivers, hills and seas
as if they were tiny beads-
I let slip stars through buttonholes at times
only for the sake of a dark rhyme-
while at work something throbs in the vein
what is it, a wreath, a bouquet or a poem?
Posted for my prompt “Of Poems” @ Poets United Midweek Motif
Rock Balance
I am amazed at poets
Rock balancing their mind
In free style, that is
Measuring each thought well
And putting them perfectly
In classic* and counter balance**-
But look at my disobedient words-
How they frolic, wink
And go topsy-turvy
Leaving me grieving
In the space between
Sunrise and sunset
till my mind droops
and fingers pant-
till I’m all over colored
with sleep
*Classic balance is when each rock is balanced inline
**Counterbalance is when lower rocks depend on the weight of the upper rock to maintain balance
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
