Author: Reena Saxena

सोचता भी तुम्हें हूँ, चाहता भी तुम्हें हूँ
दिल-ओ-दिमाग़ पर इस कदर छाई हो तुम ।१।

कुछ और तो ज़हीन ज़ेहन को भाता नहीं
जब से इस पागल दिल को लुभाई हो तुम ।२।

कितनी दूर तक तुम चलोगी साथ मेरे
हो रूह मेरी, या मेरी परछाई हो तुम ।३।

क्या करती हो अभी से ज़िक्र रुख़सत का
कर लूँ दीदार कि अभी तो आयी हो तुम ।४।

कैसे करूँ तुम को लब्ज़ो में बयां अमित
फ़कत ढाई अक्षरों में समाई हो तुम ।५।

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 119

After a long meeting that followed a longer day, Susan P. and I approach Mr. J.

He says that our program is “out of compliance.” He won’t say how he knows, just that I should know. I check my anger multiple times as he double-talks—and insults—me.

After the meeting, I carry that checked anger home. Hold it through the night.

And bring it into the next day.

stiff shoulders
ignoring the need
to walk away

Photo by Bethany Legg

first published in Image Curve, January 23, 2019

for dVerse Poets’ OLN #258 (pubtended by Linda Lee Lyberg)

With the Impeachment hearings going full throttle, it seems everyone parrots  an opinion. It once again brings to mind a poem I wrote during the last election campaign. As the political circus plays out on TV, nothing is ever as it seems.  Our representative share with us on a need to know basis, and the news media shares on an everything you don’t want to know and more basis. I will be glad when this reality TV “Survivor” show runs its course, and congressional parrots go back in their cage to work at getting things done for the American people.

Politics
A circus of smoke and mirrors
Half-truths polished and shiny
Stretching every word out of context
Smoke screens of the insignificant
Always hiding reality
Behind a cover of lies
Showing only fragments
Promising pots of gold
At the end of the rainbow
False hope in a holey bucket

In the beginning, when Mysterious Mother was waving an arm as long as a spiral galaxy, creating all things that spring from her, she made a decision with humans. She had magnanimous love for all of her creations and made them with the skills to have them all playing well together until, at last, they returned to her. The humans presented a challenging case, as with them she decided to supercharge the thinking and feeling aspects of their nature, but at the same time they needed to remain in balance with the rest of her creations. In a way it was like the Mysterious Mother was an artist that was used to confining her work to a 2×3 canvas and then challenging herself to do a wall-sized mural. It was the first time she’d tried such a thing, so in a way humans were also an experiment.

She was tired…