Author: Reena Saxena

I palmed a polished pebble
sensed its surface — skin-
like; stayed silent,
strong between my breath
and seashell-sounds of self.
I talked to scents of spring
spiderwebbed myself
an earthworm…
listened to my heart
drawing circles
in wide-eyed lucent dreams.

Solitude by Gustave Courbet

A short poem on solitude and what you can find there for my prompt at dVerse.
—
May 5, 2020

“If my theory of relativity is proven successful, Germany will claim me as a German and France will declare me a citizen of the world. Should my theory prove untrue, France will say that I am a German, and Germany will declare that I am a Jew.”

― Albert Einstein

There are millions of wonderful singers, actors, artists, writers and generally very talented people but only a very few become famous. Fame once gained must be cherished and held close with the help of public relation companies and image makers to ensure the public image remains untarnished. For fame is fickle and can be washed away in an instant by the tide of public opinion. In the Golden Days of Hollywood celebrities would bask in their public image, protected by the powerful studios, their private lives never…

Being dependable like the majestic tree,

Rather than mindlessly sway for materialistic greed,

Probably would outlast the fickleness of fame,

At the end of one’s game.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 133. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

पी लिया है तेरे इश्क़ का ज़हर
नहीं दरकार मुझे दवा कोई

इतर सा बिखरा है फिज़ाओं में
छूकर आयी है तुझे हवा कोई

है बेचैनी सी सुबह से ही आज
हुए अरमान फिर जवां कोई

ये आँसूं मेरे अब बहते ही नहीं
कर सकता नहीं ग़म रवां कोई

बैठा है अमित तेरे इंतज़ार में
फिर दिखा अपना जलवा कोई 

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 132

वक़्त की आँधी में कुछ नहीं टिकता
हमनें दरख्तों को उखड़ते देखा है

कौन ले जा सका है साथ जमीन
फिर भी भाइयों को लड़ते देखा है

क्या पकड़ सकता है मुट्ठी में अपनी
बच्चे को परछाई पकड़ते देखा है ?

उम्र भर अकड़ कर जिया था जो
उसे अपने बच्चों से डरते देखा है

वो बिन हमारे जीना सीख गया अमित
जिसे हमने खुद पे मरते देखा है

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 133