Shift

 

This maternal river doesn’t go

her own way now-

she’s come at my door step-

we leave

letting our swaths of dream

spanning generations,

to be lapped up

by her once benign tongue-

I hear her sighs

broken into gloomy words :

I am looking for my way lost eons ago

when your barrage came about-

 

 

so

we both

shift-

one another’s kill-

 

[Malda district in West Bengal has lost huge swathes of land to the fury of the river Ganges, and thousands of families have been deprived of their homes and livelihoods.]

 

Posted for earthweal open link weekend #2

Fire

 

In a far away land fire rages-

we are not safe here too-

the Hollow Men at the helm

are sucking our life out-

they rage with

their ‘Headpiece filled with straw’*-

we in turn are slowly becoming

flint, ember

and waiting in silence-

 

 

*The quote is from T.S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men

 

 

Posted for Weekly Challenge : FIRE @ earthweal

Tied Up

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“Take Me Up”  by Lauren Withrow

 

I am tied up to the thoughts

lifting me up towards a dreamscape-

yet I wish to break free

to return-

I cannot look up

for my home

is being consumed

by water

and

fire-

 

 

Posted for Sunday Muse #89

Kindness is a green word

 

Kindness is a green word

of strong roots, serene branches

and massive shades

for your weary soul-

to grow for you a Maldhari* heart

to befriend lions of Gir-

you walk away restored,

pure and buoyant-

even if love becomes an obsolete word

and all mouths talk in tongues of blood-

 

 

*The Maldhari community is a tribe of herdsmen in the border state of  Gujarat, India living in harmony with the wild Asiatic lions of the Gir forest. They have been instrumental in increasing the number of this big cat, almost wiped out in the 19th Century.

Those who are interested can check out this link :

 

https://www.thehindu.com/sci-tech/energy-and-environment/the-prides-of-gujarat/article19777230.ece

 

 

Posting for the first open link@ earthweal

Year’s End

 

This year seems to be happy

as it nears its end-

I heard its golden oriole voice-

saw its marigold-dance

in a crazy North wind-

it still retains the carnival spirit-

on stilts

it walked past me the other day

looking at the pale sun feather-

throwing me a misty smile

it whispered of its return

in a new look-

I now treasure its breath

of fresh oranges-

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Year’s End @ Poets United

Winter

 

I am my winter poem

without the alphabet of

snow men or snow whites-

all my letters

are an oxbow lake hallucinating

whistling teal, jacana* and egret words-

a warm winter stifles me –

         yet my phrases freeze-

         for your** sunny words

         have forever ceased-

 

*jacana is a winter bird of Bengal

**‘your’ refers to one of my favorite Bengali writers Dr. Nabanita Dev Sen who breathed her last this 7 Nov.

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Nabanita Dev Sen

 

 

Posted for Pantry of Poetry and Prose @ Poets United

The Moment

 

School kids running in elementary school hallway, front view

GOOGLE IMAGE

 

The moment the bell goes

there’s a spurt of joy

gushing up like a geyser

from the school house

that has just opened its cage door

letting out

thousand little birds

feathered in red and white

to take flight-

their chirps and twitters float in the air,

the banyan leaves, the Atrayee* water

hear their freedom song-

while I have captured them again

in my words-

 

 

*Atrayee is a river that flows through Balurghat where I stay

 

Posted formy prompt ~ A / The Moment@ Poets United Midweek Motif

Changed Yet Changeless

 

I hear the beats of winter feet-

in delight they caper,

chasing one foot with the other-

shivering trees bear

the brunt of her kicking legs;

her fox-trot and cha-cha-

is she aware

forever will not last her crescendo-

I await

the dolce movement of her show

when she lights up into green-

“The poetry of earth is” never ceasing

 

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Changes hosted by Susan and Sumana

Longing

Now I long

for all the beauty lost

from words and deeds-

I wish to knit peace

to wrap

this homeless, orphan,

careworn world-

the sun is sinking

and wintry night prowls about-

I bide my time

till ‘proud-pied April* arrives-

*in Shakespeare’s Sonnet 92

 

 

 

Posted for my prompt ~ Longing@ Poets United Midweek Motif