Friday, November 11, 2011

dVERSE POETS PUB - MEETING THE BAR: CRITIQUE AND CRAFT - PROSE TO POETRY.


Claudia, at the dVerse Poets Pub has asked us to stretch ourselves a bit by offering a prose to poetry challenge.

 FINDING ME.




Dream
Dream
Dream
Was all I did.
Harboured them,
Nourished them,
I walked with them,
Played with them,
Lived and experienced them,
…All in my mind.
Holding back from
Walking the walk,
Talking the talk,
Fearing for the sake of fear.
Until they threatened
To erupt, cripple
And frustrate me.
I let ‘one’ out,
Tentatively, tenderly,
Gingerly, I felt it.
Oh! What a feeling it was!
I let them all out
One by one,
They embraced me,
Filled me with purpose,
Gave a new persona, an
Identity unknown.
I had live them before
I was living them now
Mirroring a ‘renewed’ me.


“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path we must think over and over the kind of thought we wish to dominate our lives.”
HENRY DAVID THOREAU.

Re-written in poetic form by me –

As a single footstep will not
Make a path on the earth,
So a single thought will not
Make a pathway in the mind.

To make a deep physical path,
We walk again and again,
To make a deep mental path
We must think over and over

The kind of thoughts
We wish to dominate our lives.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

POE A TREE HOP

This week on the Poe-a-tree hop the theme or prompt is about the change of seasons, what is your favorite season? For more, visit....Roy's Garage Sell and Auction.




RAIN ON.

New Year starts off on a cold note. I do look forward for the New Year as it promises of renewed hope, new beginnings and full 12 months to look forward to. 

January – I like this month because I celebrate my birthday on this month. But, winter is something which I am not comfortable with. The cold weather makes my skin dry and my hair frizzy, making me look like a porcupine! Cracked heels and chapped lips is not something I want to deal with.

Onset of spring – I look forward to this season as there is a spurt of life in the nature… trees start growing new leaves and this is a time for festivities too. More than anything else, this is a season of Mangoes – the King of Fruits. How I like to devour them! Any size, any variety…I relish them with gusto.

Summer – This is the time when the schools are closed and I get to visit my ‘home.’ But, this too is not a season I like as I do not like the heat, humidity, the sweating and the rashes.

The season that is worth my wait is the rainy season. Right from the first drops of the season, the smell of the earth when it quenches its thirst, the cool breeze with wet sprays…everything entices me. I can sit by my window for hours together with a hot cup of tea and watch the rain fall. Everything seems washed up and clean. The birds taking a plunge in the small puddles, washing themselves and playing, is a sight so mesmerizing.

Sometimes when it is raining, the birds are sleeping on the branches with their eyes closed, beaks tucked in and they seem to be deep in meditation, looking like cute little Buddha’s.

Recently, when I was vacationing in a small town of Kerala, South India, we decided to visit a fort which was about 30-35k away from our town. So, we hired an auto rickshaw and piled up in it and were on our way. Mid way, it started raining so heavily that we could hardly see what was in front of us. Added to this, the rickshaw did not have a wiper! We were on a highway, with heavy downpour, the rickshaw in full speed without a wiper…this is the craziest thing I have done in recent times! My brother-in-law wanted to turn back, but I insisted on going on. Am glad we did, as we visited a couple of beautiful beaches…pristine, clear, unpolluted and virgin. I love the beaches especially when it is raining, not the stormy type of raging seas but the misty and foggy type.
I love the way “life” comes back after the rain; the birds start chirping, people come out of their hiding places, vehicles start plying and everyone go about doing their business after a brief break.

                 



To me, the rainy season is the most romantic season of all.



Monday, November 7, 2011

POETRY PICNIC - WEEK 12

The Gosseberry Garden has prompted us to write about Feathers, Fidelity, Figment and Fables.

Here's my imagination...



JUST IMAGINE….

When the silvery-grey mist
Touches the Earth….
Will She shudder?
Feel the cold , have goose bumps?
Yearn for the warmth?
A hug from her lover?

The long, winding roads
Leading everywhere, nowhere
Yet somewhere…like a river
Having tributaries, do they
Know where they lead to?
Do they know one trail lead
To many others?

Fall brings in a riot of colours
Trees shed their leaves
Do they feel bare? Cold?
Naked? Or Exposed?
Do they feel like covering up,
Till they bloom again?

Does a caterpillar know,
That it will become a butterfly?
Does an egg know,
That it has a life within its shell?
Does the Earth weep or cry out
In pain every time when
Man keeps destroying Her at will?

Sunday, November 6, 2011

The Poetry Palace - Thursday Poets Rally - Week 55

The Poetry Palace Thursday Poets Rally- Week 55.









BEING…..

Nature inspires
Thought they will
Move me enough
To churn out
Poems at will.
They did inspire me
To go inward
Experience me
With myself.
No thoughts
No words
Just being there.
Time stood still
Urging me to see
All that I can
Memorize the scene
And the horizon.
Like a sponge
Absorbed the stillness
The silence and
The bird song.
Nature inspired me
To shut my brain off
And just be me.


dVerse Poetics - Play with Color

Victoria of dVerse Poets Pub has prompted us to Play with Colors and paint our poems.









LIFE IN RED, BLACK AND GREY.

She birthed him
With her blood
She gave him
Life, love rife.
He brought her
Joy, meaning to her being
Grew up to be
Strong & determined.
She greyed and withered
Fought a disease unheard
She sought his strength
Energy & desire to fight,
Only to see him grow apart
Blind to her needs,
Abandoning her when
She was in pain.
She waged a war within
Her heart heavy with longing.
He was beside her
As she was reckoning
With her maker…
Oblivious to his presence.
She passed on with
A broken heart
He did not value her
In life or when she
Was done with her part.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

NOVA POE A TREE HOP





A THING OF BEAUTY…
Is a joy forever
So is Rose just a flower?
“Your beauty so captivating,
And so profound
Expressing feelings
Through so many colours.
Red – my ultimate
Love, passion and joy,
White – calm and peaceful,
Orange – flamboyant yet coy.
We rejoice and celebrate,
Every occasion you decorate.
Your grace and fragrance
 A proof of your presence.
When words fail
You act as liaison and
A catalyst of our expression.
You accompany in our
Final journey…
A true friend for
All reasons and seasons
Rose…you are much more than a flower.”



This is for Roy's Garage Sell and Auction, the creator of Poe a Tree Hop.