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longing in zenith
to consummate with the sky
the sun lingers long
21 June 2021
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Women in my family
Indeed, are rustic-looking and homely
Wake up at four, of-course, with reluctance
Untie the cattle though with inner resistance
Wash each cow and buffalo so impeccably
Remove the dung as though very faithfully
Bake cow-dung-cakes (for fuel) artistically
See to the household drudgery altruistically
Six of them (as ours is a joint family) do not fail
Fight among them, for no reason, and even assail
Pick lice from each other's head, end-of-the-day
Forgetting all false enmities as though act of a play
Cooking, washing, child-rearing, tale-baring,
Sleep, cuddled together, tiredness overpowering...
24 June 2022
Women in my family Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Mother no more! You're half-orphan! They said.
At just three, I did not know where she went.
With some secret-filled smile I went ahead.
Through grassy, bushy, thorny, paths so bent,
They carried her within coffin coal black...
At just three, I did not know where she went.
While walking through the same way our home back,
I did not know why I did not ask why
They carried her within coffin coal black...
When I first went to my first school nearby,
When my first teacher kissed my hand and cried
I did not know why I did not ask why
I did not cry; my dad's tears never dried.
A feeling, like rough cloudburst, within rushed...
When my first teacher kissed my hand and cried
With growing up when past feelings got hushed.
Mother no more! You're half-orphan! They said.
A feeling, like rough cloudburst, within rushed...
With some secret-filled smile I went ahead.
22 October 2022
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France.
Theme: Past Memories
Form: Terzanelle
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I had seen - her calm, cool, composed - like a soft soothing breeze,
Though she could turn tempest or tornado or weakly wheeze;
Like a formless cherub in an endless garden of love,
She covered the earth while racing on cloud-Morgan above…!
Lovely you are! I said to her, Love's living conqueror!
Aren't you, yet, noisy nomad, gypsy, or mere wanderer?
I am vagrant sure, she said, and a tireless traveler,
I have jailed you, yet, in my sachet, like a prisoner…!
It was when I moved much away from the maddening crowd,
And when pondered over her bewildering words aloud;
Enlightenment dawned in me like the wisdom of Buddha,
Many great truths got revealed slowly like Brahma Chakra...!
True as very truth is my brief existence in the breath,
Who on this earth exists, devoid of her, from birth to death?
She murmurs, whispers, commands, demands, like Divine Spirit,
She creates! Destroys! Takes to zeniths! Grants highest merit…!
Soft, serene like nectar secreting in a rose flower,
She sleeps in; grows glows like a flower on a green bower;
Consciously conscious! Unconsciously unconscious! Solace!
Plows through the interiors, like Yacht through water, flawless…!
Shifting my state of mind, working like a leaven within,
Sleep, wake - like my mother - in feasting and fasting she's in;
She is the beginning! End! Center! Whole! Totality!
She is the starting and ends of the whole humanity…!
What an engulfing like a fiery inferno and smoke,
What an empowering and overpowering soul-stroke!
What a change, like unique bloom! Great is the life-giving breath!
What Calm! Peace! Tranquility! Bliss! Awesomely saving meth…!
With her, no stress! No strain! No phobia! No mania!
Her free-blow within free from frightening insomnia;
Abandoned to her eternally evolving Spirit,
Body and soul reach zenith beyond the mundane limit…!
Growing high, I gladly come to the realization,
That I'm part of the classic universal cognition;
Wherein my inner unity freely fondly extends,
And to the external eternal harmony, it tends...!
Knowingly? Unknowingly? Willingly? Unwillingly?
Breath has adopted me - calmly, cutely, and cautiously!
Has made me a flute, lute, melodious rhythmic consort,
I play on! I am played on! Till I reach restful retreat…!!!
16 September 2021
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My works need not be successful
Just when consciousness-centered
Success can be spiritual
Mundane and ill-tempered
If the living Holy Spirit of the
Absolute in me abide
My thoughts, words and actions
Will, indeed, be love-linked
Linked will be my neighbor with me
Each creature of the universe I see
As part of the consciousness fulcrum
And cosmos would flow in free rhythm...
12 March 2022
Consciousness Fulcrum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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bright blue sapphire blinks
bejeweled midst blue spruce bush ...
blur blueberry sky
14 March 2022
Bird Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
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When you vowed your love, like a fairy, forever,
And fluttered about, like, possessed by new heaven,
I rolled my loneliness like a quilt in cover.
And got fermented by you like flour by leaven...
Your smile was as though the constellation twinkling,
For your love, I thought, I will take many a birth,
Your gestures went beyond all poetic jingling;
To make you immortal I'd kill the very death...
Why darling, soon, your bejeweled image got changed?
Where had your smile-beams found their hidden hiding place?
Your milky mind like an ocean of poison churned!
Slowly, forever, gloom shadowed your lovely face!
Does the sea, yet, stop the wavered wave coming home?
I'll wait for you, though you love, like a swift, long roam.
10 August 2021
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Word-painting, they say; or painting with words,
In charm, it's charmer than most charming birds;
Feeling, for many, is its first foundation,
Expression, in words, brings affirmation;
Sentiment and muse must fondly marry,
Verses should flow-grand rhymes and rhythms carry...!
Does my work, yet, picture of life portray?
Do all colors intertwine, like sun-ray?
Do joys evade the scene when pains flourish?
Does bliss its jubilant psyche nourish?
Do feelings of fear, anger and surprise,
Find: it's impossible to compromise...?
What's the inner-flow of my florid words?
Are they merely beautiful flocks of birds?
Flimsy butterflies that flutter around?
Cats, rats, geese, cattle and horrible hound?
Do beasts of the woods and reptiles well-blend?
With their hitting and killing stories end...?
Do they paint pictures of human struggle?
Or stop just with some selected snuggle...!
The deaf, dumb, blind and the lame, who, in calm,
Add, to this futile life, tremendous charm...?
Young, and old who're, forever, deserted,
In my poems, with honor, inserted...?
Composing poetry, is not mere fun,
A divine mission, with this, is inter-spun;
Painting of actual facts should pave way,
Toward opening of a small headway;
Life without struggles is unfeasible,
Dissensions, yet, could be made peaceable...!
26 April 2022
POEM ON POETRY MUSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
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Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Most exorbitant in glitters!
O, Divine blessing from above!
Rainbow of multiple colors
And symbol of love!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
A universe, in you, I see,
With its vivacious forms and shapes;
Endless beauty in highest glee,
In you, like landscapes!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Herald of true transformation!
Envoy of great comfort and hope!
Tale of total liberation!
Zodiac in lope!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Image of joy and hopefulness!
Representing undying love!
To express pure auspiciousness,
You're flown like a dove!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Sing of souls and resurrection!
Endurance! Metamorphosis!
Conversion! Transfiguration!
Constance marvelous!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
In a world of cares and worries,
You teach humanity calmness;
Eternally lasting mores
Amid mousiness!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
I so much yearn to be like you,
To live my life flawlessly here;
Flying... forgetting every woe,
Fearless; full of cheer!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
29 December 2021
''B'' Forms, 10 Plus lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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O! Mahatma Gandhi!
You taught us non-violence
But we slaughter easily
Our own sisters and brothers
We create an institution
To promote your ideals
Yet we subject to ordeal
The destitute of our nation
Bride-burning and bribery
Casteism and untouchability
We puff in snobbery
Losing our accountability
O! Mahatma! Do not weep and curse
This beloved nation of ours
When the books of your messages
Are used only for binding packages
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