Love

 

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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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

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

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