Welcome back! PROMPT #160 I give you a situation this week. You go down in a lift that doesn't stop for hours. When it finally opens, what do you see? The piece you generate can be fiction, poetry, essay, art, photographs or anything else that your creativity brings forth. Write a post on your blog, … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #160
English translation here – Original Hindi poem below
MY WILLlet her read inscriptions on my heart
my epitaph will speak, not accuseone more admirer goes on the block
let her gloat on headlines in newsshe will come, but a little too late
waiting eyes still open, will give all cluesI hope my emotions find destinations
unopened letters want reader’s reviewsIf a few breaths are still hanging
let her read love letters – bemused
हाल-ए-दिल तमाम पढ़वा देना उनको
मेरी कतबा-ए-मज़ार पढ़वा देना उनको
हुआ फ़ना एक और आशिक़ उनका
सुर्ख़ी-ए-अखबार पढ़वा देना उनको
बहुत देर कर दी आने में उन्होंने
खुली आँखों में इंतज़ार पढ़वा देना उनको
पा जाएँ मंज़िल अपनी जज़्बात मेरे
अनखुले ख़त हज़ार पढ़वा देना उनको
गर बचीं हो कुछ साँसें “अमित” अभी
मेरा पैग़ाम-ए-इज़हार पढ़वा देना उनको
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 159
so many stories reverberate, images shift, giving different perspectives I struggle to find the right frame for each- and then, the final one coffins are limiting -maybe a book -maybe a culture -maybe an institution but trends are so short-lived... human memories are subjective -they change form with situations and experience I will let the … Continue reading Let the stories perish
I walk inhaling the morning fragrance through a mask, after a long time. A child sprints past me, blowing bubbles from a glass. She is not wearing a mask. Somehow, I wish she had stopped to smile at me, or exchange some childish banter. I look back, but she has not noticed my presence. Maybe … Continue reading Bubble
They paid the bill, and moved out after a satisfying meal. He looked lost, turning back again and again, and for no perceptible reason - she feared losing him. Theirs was an intense, volatile and cross-cultural relationship which had survived the last two years. “I hope you are not thinking about going back home.” “Nope, … Continue reading Pointers
Three Line Tales How fast do you move, Sun God? I’m here - stationary, not flying. Because I was told I will have my fifteen minutes of fame. https://only100words.xyz/2020/11/05/three-line-tales-249/
Finishing touches …..by Indira
giving finishing touches
never ends
you go on adding something here
delating something there
till your last breath
picture yet unfinished
yet to choose the right frame
ongoing process
someday someone will
finish the job
perhaps…
they walk togetherbut steps not always in synchit takes an effortday breaks on far horizons-companionship redefined https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2020/11/03/tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-201-poetschoice/
He has not eaten an apple for more than a decade. It is that time of the year again. Fruit vendors from the valley crowded markets with their stalls, inviting prospective buyers to come take a bite. He looks around for that rosy glow on a smooth cheek behind the counters, but is disappointed again. … Continue reading Waiting
pages flutter on calendars -ominous declarations all that started will end -renewed vibrations gardeners set fire to dried leaves -declaring summations personal stories define the year -await reincarnation https://dversepoets.com/2020/11/03/poetics-stoddard-longfellow-and-bryant-say-hello-what-does-november-mean-to-you/
