It is what I’ve grown up with. A kindly soul with a straggly beard, torn clothes and a guitar took me under his wings, when I was a kid starving on the streets. I learnt how to earn money with music, from Lenovo. Life was good, till Lenovo did not wake up one morning. He … Continue reading It kept me going…
I wondered why they did not like me I was doing my best at whatever I was good at but yet … they did not like me I was not like them… I moved on doing my best at whatever I was good at there were many more who did not like me I … Continue reading A reason to live
Tribes …by Lem
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“Listen with curiosity. Speak with honesty. Act with integrity. The greatest problem with communication is we don’t listen to understand. We listen to reply. When we listen with curiosity, we don’t listen with the intent to reply. We listen for what’s behind the words.”
― Roy T. Bennett,The Light in the Heart
When we speak, do we speak for ourselves as individuals, or do we speak for our tribe. We all belong to some tribal allegiance and much of what we have to say is not original thought but defense of our tribe. We belong to the political tribe, the ideological tribe, the gender tribe, the race tribe, the religious tribe and the list goes on. We see the world through the lens of our belief structures and so we communicate to others through this lens.
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Who is the black sheep? ..... by Deepa
The verdict is out. “All four accused found guilty, to be hanged to death….” The defense lawyer is defiant. “I cannot let four young people die for the sake of one girl, who was out on the streets in late hours.” A whisper in the crowd, “Is this man for real?” The nervous speaker has … Continue reading Volcanoes
frozen fearin eye of the stormraw instinctsrising now....Is it danger,or a buried desire to flee? https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/05/19/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-178-photoprompt/
English version in Comments….
फ़िर आज किसी ने दी सदा मुझे
क्यों हुआ मुझे गुमान वो तुम हो
बदली से निकला है चाँद सुहाना
कहता है ये आसमान वो तुम हो
माँगता हूँ हज़ार मन्नतें रोज़ाना
पर है एक ही अरमान वो तुम हो
कहाँ जाकर ढूँढूं तुम्हें जहाँ में
मेरे ख्यालों में ग़ुमनाम वो तुम हो
क्यों कर रहे हो कोई उम्मीद अमित
उसकी गली में बदनाम, वो तुम हो
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 135
holding fragile truth in cracks of my hands fearing dissipation of cherished fragrances shedding of petals which adorn life petals which perish but blossom again in new colors, shapes define sensibilities give new dimensions to senses in a post-truth era and fix all fixers https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/18/quadrille-104-oh-were-in-a-fix/ https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/05/19/photo-challenge-316/ https://amanpan.com/2020/05/18/eugis-weekly-prompt-cherish-may-18-2020/
Yesterday, a friend lost his father. The parents were in India, while all four children are in other countries. None of them could reach for the funeral. He recounted that on his last visit home in December, his father's parting words were, "Will you come to perform my last rites?" My father-in-law was shifted to … Continue reading Premonitions
I reach out to Mother only to discover she is missing; she has gone in search of me.
The dream unsettles me. I capture the essence by writing it down, then set the words aside, not knowing where to begin. The sorrow lingers.
I remember the moment I knew I’d been displaced in my mother’s life. I was four and needing Mother’s comfort. I sought to sit on her lap, only the lap was already taken: a wriggling, crying infant now took precedence. So, I learned to find solace from another Mother – Nature’s reassuring presence.
“I depended on you for so much,” Mom told me once, catching me by surprise. “You were my rock – independent, smart – and also an enigma. I felt inadequate as a mother.”
I learned not to need my mother, through childhood, adolescence (left home at seventeen) and even throughout my own parenting years…
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