The revolutionary
The revolution germinated in my womb,
The tenderness and care never negotiated.
The external pressures never an obstacle,
The birth of the world’s most beautiful era bloomed.
Came the dawn of surprises after a storm,
The ship swayed hither to thither.
The fight and insurrection had already begun,
The world’s most beautiful and the strongest life was born.
The trunk was burned and she just witnessed,
Holding the hands of the needy and the swayed.
Detached yet focused, marching to the goal,
With slogans and spirits high she bore in her heart.
Sheltered was she, but the discontent seeped out,
In an urge to reach the pinnacle of the dream,
Reminders and warnings kept she to herself,
To be the spectator and observer of her own play.
Sandhya T.P.
Categories:
thither, birth,
Form: Free verse
"While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Thy sons and thy daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house: [19] And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee. [20] Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped, [21] And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD."
~Job 1:18-21 KJV
hands clutch hair and pull to mask the sorrows,
to feel the pain, the hurt, one understands
knowing they are gone in all tomorrows
death is far, yea, far from these mortal hands
And so, to show how wide the sorrow spans
rip, or cut, yea, shave what sets us apart
symbolic of a bruised and broken heart
golden locks or black, once all cut away
identity lost, the same now we art
symbol of grief connects past with today.
Categories:
thither, bible, death, hair,
Form: Other
You and I are such individuals
Gregarious by nature and to interact
For friendship and for uniquely love
To knit and share life's happiness together
To sooth the sea's bitter
And to smooth their storms
For our hearts, voyaging safer
And souls being quiescent under cloud
To hold warm in the wind and cold
And to bypass the loneliness submerged
Gratefully to have you in the boat
The realm is beckoning us continually
Although the reefs submerge hither and thither
We still gain courage countlessly
Categories:
thither, blessing, community, fate, happiness,
Form: Sonnet
Hither all her desires, thither my fires,
Balancing both, burden became my life.
In hope of love I walked with wilderness,
Breathe in, breathe out, mundane became my life.
For an excuse to smile, I just shed tears,
Crematorium’s cauldron became my life.
You came to my world, to a wrong address,
To blessings beholden became my life.
Flowers vie with thorns in this dual world,
What a prickly garden became my life!
To a tinderbox of bamboo forest
You came and golden fire became my life.
As time passed more embolden you became,
You a warden, pardon became my life.
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Ghazal |16.03.2025 | life, love, desire, expectations
Note: Most people are stuck with two types of life: one that is lived, and the other he wishes to live. This Ghazal depicts this dilemma that often persists till the grave. In a way it says without saying so. The opening line in the couplet (matlaa) is without kafia and radeef. Inspired by a Gujarati poem by Venibhai Purohit, but no translation.
Categories:
thither, desire, life, love,
Form: Ghazal
If only angles could be calculated by degrees of truth,
Counted along perpendicularities measured by parallel reasons.
If only spheres were round,
Found amongst the globes hovering in the heavens we've named Space.
Circling nuclei like electrons to an atom, orbiting thoughtlessly around a point that never proved itself.
Heat and light suffice reason, it seems.
To be and hither thither, round about we go, whether poisoned entrails grow.
Math were to be the way to see,
Rather than moth to flame,
Until recently, it seems.
Counting pasts and futures has become futile, when the present takes both for granted.
If only we could count the circles round we've been,
If only we could swing in tune to frequent hymn,
If only we could see that out is what's within,
Then we'd learn of curve, sine and reason.
Categories:
thither, america, analogy, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Last night we all might have had something
concerning the marksmanshiping of war.
The waves then might differ
pulsating, cresting, rising and falling both in tides
and others?.
Last night the something was thither:
If I said poetry, might not be alone;
if said naïve things naivety, might holden back the rule.
Now, how many things were like bubbling through
the woods?,
how many things were like swerving flower or swirling
to dell last night?.
I think war was a seasonal tree and was somehow fully
alive or it sometimes shedding it's leaves or recently
has become magical?.
War was sometimes completely dry ,
is not that sometimes a kind of encounter?
how like peace is an love fresh and tender tree?.
Categories:
thither, inspirational, inspirational love,
Form: Free verse
Yes
I guess
Yes, I’m sure
So ask once more
Is it forever
To fall apart - never
It must be a long term thing
Never should its final bell ring
And it must always be right for me
And must come with a lifetime guarantee
So now you dither - so now you're unsure
All hither thither - unlike before
You knew what you wanted from me
And briefly I couldn’t see
It’s trash that you're selling
A rat I’m smelling
For that old car
Won’t get far
And so…
No
Categories:
thither, proposal,
Form: Etheree
I got it peace may be an appreciation of the world
or it is what is happening when we say for instance
something is western or eastern or southern
or northeast or northern
or something is wonderful as in river following through
a direction.
Or peace is water carrying stones hither or thither
towards elsewhere likening a dispersal of fruit
or dusty dushman.
The river may be life or something to tell:
it may mix with the weather,
it may be on the same line with the season,
it may wall with the day's breezy wind or temperature
or nice sound.
O I got it peace is life, which to an extend is very fragile
will not I elsewhere fear to be harked and in case duped
of my glass or let say peace of mind?.
Yes, I got it , I got it peace can't be gotten from the
market even though we buy the guns and uniforms
and flags?.
I can be good but may not take of your life better
than you .
I can be your brother but still not a soldier or police ,
whom am I even to do than you in secret?,
whom am I even to tell about you more better than
yourself, if you really got the point?.
Categories:
thither, inspirational love,
Form: Free verse
The wind moves and swirls
in love to and fro
already it is morning
the cock crows and the world
standing still and stirring
if one look at horizon and the sky are all hither
and thither filled in clouds and beautiful like flowers
and greeneries
the river is cool and reflexive like a mirror
like the woods are fresh and tender
all is lovely and fine
how glee, how sweet is sometimes this life to tell?.
Categories:
thither, inspirational love,
Form: Free verse
Blithe breaks at the illumination of muted yellow leaves,
so alive, nearly laughing like children; still life clinging.
Autumnal blouse of painted bark and pretty sleeves.
Silence of bluebirds and red robins - inward singing.
The rake’s barely broken earth, a few clingers at task.
Season’s copacetic with only a tinge or tingle of coolness.
Time’s fallen back as I read and write in open-door-bask.
I will join worshippers at church to net November’s fullness.
A shiver, a shake, an ooh, an ahh, A phoebe does go
on and on about the break of day; brightness in her clutch.
The slightest breeze bursts forth to create the ebb and flow.
It’s like an artist brushing hither then thither; a mirthful touch.
More beaks join the chorus, as will I, when I hear the music.
Oh how delightful, a dizzy dance of bells in the wind’s socket.
I swoon and sashay, on the pavement, in communion’s cubic.
How much more seasonal joy leaps from robin redbreast’s pocket?
Categories:
thither, autumn, bird,
Form: Quatrain
Poem (The bird in a cage)
Listen to my story of how I forgot
The days of freedom and nights
I would fly with open wings
And fellow birds through woods in sprite
Hither and thither, fluttering
Over gardens, mountain and trees
And listening to sweet songs
Of nearby birds, flying bees
Unfortunately those cruel trapped me
And wrapped my desires
And put me in prison
A cage of woods and wires
Currently I miss sweet voices
Of my fellow birds
That hurt me too
How can I express it in words?
Like prisoner my tears
Flow down as dew
And lost the freedom
Of nest and sky blue
How can I forget fruits?
And eating sunflowers seeds
And bringing cucumber, melon,
Wheat and grains for my breeds
In thousand pieces my heart is broken
By listening to their words
Compare my cries, sighs,
And tears with free fellow birds
Oh my GOD takes pity on me
And give me freedom from this cage
Otherwise I may die in these hard,
Sharp wires in this age
Categories:
thither, bird,
Form: Rhyme
Go to a Broadway show; take a look
At the people who fill up the seating,
A mixture of tourists from thither and yon,
All together, with few of them meeting.
The old and the young, the fat and the thin,
The foreigners from varied places,
The blonds and the bald, the braids and the curls,
The smiles or the frowns on the faces.
No matter the crowd, when the theater goes dark,
They’re united in their expectation
That the show they’ll be seeing is worth it and will
Earn a well-deserved standing ovation.
Categories:
thither, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
September 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 40-42
Key Verse – Ezekiel 40:1…In the selfsame day the hand of the LORD was upon me, and brought me thither.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS HAND THAT IS UPON US
Praise be to God for His hand that is upon us:
Bringing us His blessings
Building us upon His bracing
Binding us around His business
Beautifying us by His Bible brand
Blocking us against brave boastfulness
Ezekiel 41:22 Praise be to the Lord for His table:
Set for our satisfaction
Sufficed with His supply
Settled upon study of Scriptures
Styled toward steadfast supplication
Shown as standard for our strength sturdiness
Ezekiel 42:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
teaching us to approach Him with:
Holy trust
Hopeful triumph
Humble thoughts
Heavenly testimony
Hearty happy hallelujah. Amen!
September 11, 2024
Categories:
thither, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
There was a lady who dressed
in head tight and wrapper
hither or thither or here
or there
tonight she planned to go
to the north in my
country
walk or fly
ah!, what a blossoming sometimes follier?.
Categories:
thither, inspirational,
Form: Limerick
In the dance of bees and flight of birds,
In flocks dancing high aloft in the sky,
lies the collective wisdom of a crowd of things,
that have, so-called swarm consciousness it seems.
But, there's no conductor or leader to guide the intricate ballet,
No single mind orchestrates the dance,
No single purpose drives the collective fray,
As the swarm twists and swirls, hither and thither they go
In a wondrous dynamic coordinated display,
That creates a harmonic crescendo performance, only swarms know.
When one outside member of the flock randomly
feels the urge to divert its path
all its nearby neighbors follow suit
Each member is aligned to the those immediately close by,
left and right, front and back,
all around them, lying close in formation.
So one twist, turns another, and another, and another.
One twirl, curls and swirls the mob in unison,
as all others follow suit.
So it's one for all, it's all for one, it's all in, in the show.
The swarm's intelligence is simply
driven by the birds, bees, fish, bugs and gnats
urge is stay, with togetherness in a crowd
to swarm and whoop it up,
in joyous flight,
Joie de vivre!
Categories:
thither, bird, fish, nature,
Form: Free verse
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