What If

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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

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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

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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

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HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ National Flag(s) @ Poets United

My Little Poem

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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

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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

A Bundle of Contradictions

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In the Secret Annex within

We have the silver lining

As well as the black cloud-

So our skin is of

Darkness and of light-

At times we are ‘The Tyger’

At times, ‘The Lamb’

The struggle goes on-

There is always a winner-

Sometimes it’s the misanthrope

Sometimes it’s Anne-

 

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ “a bundle of contradictions” (from Anne Frank’s last letter) @ Poets United