BORN FREE?

Eyes almost human

Not its nature.

Feeling sorry, I

Extend my hands.

He doesn’t care anymore,

The King is a kitty

He doesn’t roar.

The once powerful muscles

Lax from non-kill,

Lean and gaunt

His majestic mane

Now a knot.

All he does

Is sit still and stare at

A land faraway, once

His home and birthplace.

For - Poetics - WILD at dVerse Poets Pub

55 - LET'S PUSH IT, BABY!

Soft music played….

“Come on! Push it,

I can’t feel it…”

Pushing harder,

Sweating profusely

I let out a grunt.

He had a satisfied

Smile…”Come on,

Let’s change over,” he said.

I couldn’t say no,

I shifted,

Now incline, I did push.

He helped me,

At last! I completed two repetitions of “bench press.”

FOR  g-man.

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TREASURES.

I open the cupboard

To discover the treasure chest

Long forgotten

Containing rows & rows of

Photo album

From now and then.

I open one, and am magically

Transported in time to

Another place, another time, another age.

There I am –

The young bride smiling at the future

Here I am –

The first time mom with my new born

There I am –

The sister having fun

Here I am –

The daughter looking up to my dad

There I am –

The friend, laughing mad

Here I am –

The grand-daughter hugging my granny

And again –

The cousin acting cool and goofy.

Oh! I can feel the chill

Of the mist filled mountain

The deafening sounds of

The waterfall

Feel the cold sprays from

The water

Feel the warmth of

The rising sun

Enjoy the serenity of

The starless night…

As I close the last one,

My heart wells up

And brims my eyes

I bow my head…as

Gratitude escapes my lips.

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LITTLE MISS PUPPET.

She flies high

Into the red sky

To welcome

The Emperor on

His golden chariot.

She dives down

To skim over

The pristine water

See her reflection

Marveling creation.

She flew into

The Garden of Eden

Saying ‘hello’

To every flower

Of every color.

She flew against

The wind

Grinned, as she

Felt it ruffled

Her feathers.

She sees the

Gate, golden

To open was forbidden

Curios, she was

Tries to push it

But, in vain.

Dreaming no more

Getting her bearings

A bird no more

But a Puppet

In his hands.

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MAGPIE TALES - GYPSY GIRLS

It was a ritual. The girl’s day out, the first Sunday of the month. Come what may, it was something none of us wanted to miss, and did not miss until now. It has been a record of sorts – 25 years and still going strong.

“Gypsy Girls” we call ourselves, the six of us. We have been inseparable since our kindergarten. All from the same locality going to the same high school and met up every evening after college.

We have been a family – through thick and thin, hook –ups and break-ups, marriages and funerals, baby showers, baptism…..we are soul sisters and more.

Tara is the only spinster in our group, waiting for her knight in shining armor. To think of it, she has been acting a bit weird since last few meetings; seems there is a guy and love is in the air. Yet, instead of being happy, she seems preoccupied. “There are issues to sort out….it is complicated….not an easy relationship” was all she has hinted.

We let our imaginations take flight when she didn’t show up for our date today. No one missed our date…even if any of us were having labor pains; our date took priority over the delivery of the baby, yes, that thick. How could she? Was she with this guy? Blah, blah, blah… We tried calling her only to find her mobile switched off. We wrapped up our meeting on a sour note and promised to keep each other posted if we heard from Tara.

I was surprised to find Nick’s car parked in the driveway so early in the evening. Wanting to surprise him, I tiptoed into the house and into our bedroom. There she was with Nick in the bed and everything fell into place.

This is a Magpie Tale.

HOPE NOT-160 characters.

Hope, is but a word

There was never a hope

In hoping.

Plenty to some

Zilch to many

Long past desperation

Indifference remained

Looking up, she saw

The death in her wings.

Written for - Monkey Man 160 characters challenge and Poetry Jam

ITS AWARD TIME AGAIN.

MY WORLD.

Of all the places in this world,

     I would like to be in your arms;

Of all the things I could do,

    I would like to spend my time with you;

Of all the thoughts running through my mind,

    I like the thoughts about you;

Of all the beauty in this world,

    I would like to see the beauty within you;

Of all the feelings I want to feel,

    I would like to feel the love in you;

Of all the glory in this world,

    I like the splendor of your soul;

Of all that touches me, in this world

    I would like to be touched by you;

Of all the miracles in this world

   I believe one to be you.

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POE-A-TREE HOP: MAGNIFICENT MANDU

Write a poem of short tail or a photo essay about this: :"The day I spent with_____" A person, place or thing from history, must have been someone, place or thing you admire like Ben Franklin,Cleopatra...etc....this is the prompt from Roy at - http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/.

MAGNIFICENT MANDU.

I first heard about Mandu, when we visited our friends in Indore, Madhya Pradesh (Central India). My friend said that this was a beautiful place to visit and experience. What he said was partially true, because this was not just beautiful but magnificent.

We can just have a glimpse of a life of what could have been during that time and age.

I was struck by the engineering skills of the people of that time. The monuments are still standing proudly even after centuries, even after wars and invasions.

Mandu or Madhavgad is a ruined city in the Dhar district in the Malwa region of western Madhya Pradesh state, central India.

PARADISE LOST

Scraped knees and elbows-

Our trophies of the day’s adventure

The sly giggles

Exchanging knowing glances of being

Partners in crime

The street fights

The tanned skin

The back bites and animosity

Forgotten easily

Friendships forged, broken &

Made up by the day.

The innocent, unblemished heart

Knew no evil

Saw no evil

Spoke no evil….

Then we grew up!

Shiela Moore's prompt in Poetics - "Changes".

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PASSING ON AWARDS.

Rimly Bezbaruah, http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.com/ - the beautiful, talented and sensitive writer has honored me with an award – VIVAT JESUS (love lives, Jesus lives).

 I thank Rimly from the bottom of my heart for considering me worthy recipient for this award.

Now, I have to pass on this award to some deserving bloggers, and I choose:

Portia Burton – Portrays her sensitive side through her poems. http://me-abookworm.blogspot.com/

Manisha Bhatia – http://mani-wheniwaslostinme.blogspot.com/ A woman of dignity, a woman of grace and a woman of talent to reckon with.

Anshul Gautam – A young writer whose poems display maturity beyond his age. http://anshul-gautam.blogspot.com/

Padmavani Karkera – She writes from her heart and it does touch us there .http://www.myghostanchor.com/