Going Gentle Into That Good Night (A Jisei)

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I often think of

my very last day

of snuffing out the sun forever-

and scattering away

roseate tomorrows

into the dust.

Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #30 hosted by Thotpurge

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Bittersweet

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Our winter sun is pale-bright,

scattering sighs, it dips into night-

as fog flexes muscles dimming all stars-

my eyes mist and you’re blurred.

A dewdrop displays a pellucid grace,

I watch this day’s gait in a hurried pace-

while I play with words in color of tar-

you peep from my heart that’s left ajar.

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Bittersweet @ Poets United

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Shared with Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #29 hosted by Thotpurge

Micropoetry #23 (A Naani)

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pic from internet

Eclectus parrots stuffed

in drainage pipes

call back his childhood days

incarcerated in school time

 

 

[Naani is a four line poem having 20-25 syllables]

 

This picture of bizarre smuggling attempt reminded me of Tagore as a child who loved to skip off school for its jail like feel.

Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #23 hosted by Thotpurge

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

The Flower: Rose (A Ghazal)

 

Being a lowly born I couldn’t aspire to be the flower rose,

though I saw how the sun in the feminine sky slowly rose.

 

My crimson days of fame had enough nightly thorns,

yet I flung away the worms and never was a sick rose.

 

I was the new woman; don’t you dare call me a harlot,

and the stage, the hot bed of immorality where corruption rose.

 

I never minded cross dressing; playing the role of Chaitanya*,

I received His** grace to go beyond the flower rose.

 

In spite of all your scorns, in your nightly sky,

As ‘Moon of the Star Theater’ even though for a while I rose.

 

 

[ This poem is about Binodini Dasi, also known as Notee Binodini who was a 19th Century, Calcutta based Bengali speaking renowned actress and thespian (Wikipedia). Born to prostitution, she lived her life on stage, that gave her the desired freedom. She did become an intrinsic part of Bengal theater. However Indian News Daily in 1876 wrote: “….the theater has by introduction of harlots on the stage become the hot bed of immorality and corruption.”

*Chaitanya (Born 18 February 1486) was a spiritual leader.

**’His’ refers to Ramakrishna Paramahamsa (1836-1886) the Indian mystic and yogi in the 19th century who instigated Binodini’s spiritual transformation. ]

 

 

Posted for my prompt The Flower: Rose @ Poets United Midweek Motif

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Shared with Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #22 hosted by Thotpurge

Poetry (Micropoetry #21)

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Some necessarily choose

a darker sky and shoot up

to shine and twinkle

for the star catchers

to be beyond me-

I let them go with a sigh-

a few stay to let me collect

molten words of their hearth-

I feel their street urchin breath-

hear their buzz for a new bloom-

see their muddy feet-

on the other side of rhythm-

I make my home corner

with their stale wrath of desperation

 

 

 

 

 

Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 # 21 hosted by Thotpurge

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Shared with Poetry Pantry #388 @ Poets United