“Isn’t he cute, Mama?” “Yes. He is. But you can’t cuddle him like a soft toy. Keep your hands in.” Click. Click…. Humans…. They never understand we’re a friendly lot treated well. Their interest ends after a few click sounds. I fancy the cute kid, though .. soft, must be yummy…. mmm (280 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/10/01/twittering-tales-156-1-october-2019/ … Continue reading Mmm…
Newcomb’s Pradox A paradoxical game between two players, one of whom can predict the actions of the other. My take I sought sanctuary in silence to escape predictiveness of your words -ringing like an outdated cassette on auto-replay mode I sought solace in becoming a stranger once again to escape the burden of knowing … Continue reading Paradoxical
The library sometimes pretends
it’s water and ocean,
with tempestuous phrases pouring from pages
forming rivers,
wrestling with wobble of waves
in the turbulent bay,
where the lighthouse is darker and cold.
where readers are billowing, bobbing
and drowning, stupidly stumbling
on syllables shattered from sense.
This colloquy of colleagues,
is fracturing friendships to tribes,
the violent words are wager of wars
and can only be cured by the steward,
the wielder of words,
the librarian bringing
order to maladroit chaos,
reminding that sometimes
the silence is needed when reading.
This is linked to toads, where Kim is asking us to write poems based on the word maladroit. I might have stumbled a bit out of line, but it felt that I can use it as an extended metaphor for the way we all seem to stumble with reason.
Perhaps we need the librarian to bring order in chaos.
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मैं व्यस्त तो नही, पर व्यस्तता का लबादा ओढ़ लेता हूँ,
दोस्तों से मिलने की चाहत को अकसर मैं छोड़ देता हूँ
तुम से बातें करना मैं दिल से चाहता हूँ
पर क्या करूँ, मन को मैं बस यूँही मसोस लेता हूँ।
यह नही कि मेरे पास वक्त नही है
न ही बात न करने की कोई वजह है
बस अपनी असलियत जाहिर होने से डरता हूँ
मैं चुपचाप तन्हाई से खुद को जोड़ लेता हूँ।
कहते हैं, यह साथ पल दो पल का है
जिंदगी का भरोसा न आज, न कल का है
मैं फिर भी कल के इंतजार में ही रहता हूँ
मैं न जाने क्यों आज को कल पर छोड़ देता हूँ।
अगर कल न आया, तो न जाने क्या हो
जो बात कहनी थी, वो न कह पाया, तो क्या हो
इसलिए आज मैं यह इकरार करता हूँ
मैं आज अपनी यह चुप्पी तोड़ लेता हूँ।
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The sky is so clear after several weeks. Vale smiles at me, as he looks up. I can’t recall when did I see him smiling last. Life has not been easy for us, but he will never know. He blames us for the unrest he feels within himself. He has reacted adversely to his mother’s … Continue reading Mirage of clarity
Genuinely confused …. by Susi Bocks
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #106
living unaware
the senses do not deceive
perception tilted
an epiphany occurs
this life is a paradox
nonsense masquerades as humour on celebrated platforms sensibility mourns untimely demise of word-gems framed in exquisite jewels peddled as poetry abstract beauty gives way to crass in-your-face monstrosities pick up a book on the way home it may be the antique you sell to host a comedy show https://dversepoets.com/2019/09/26/meet-the-bar-metaphorically-speaking/
Kabhi Paya hi nahin (I never had it) — by hecblogger
वसूलता है साकी दाम उस जाम के
जो उसने मुझे पिलाया ही नहीं ।१।
रही हसरत कभी रूठ कर देखूँ मैं भी
कभी किसी ने मनाया ही नहीं ।२।
है धूप बहुत, कठिन है राह मगर
उसकी ज़ुल्फ़ का साया ही नहीं ।३।
मत दे इलज़ाम मुझे लापरवाही का
क्या खोता उसे, कभी पाया ही नहीं ।४।
क्या मनाता है रंज अमित उस जज़्बे का
जो उसने कभी निभाया ही नहीं ।५।
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #106
Undoing the damage won’t be easy- Be not vain Laughter of a pagan reverberates in the valley Time rolls by, across the sky, many a time Issuing ultimatums, but Man – in no mood to pay heed Altercations in the shape of natural disasters Terrorize the universe – but human minds Unlock mysteries with research … Continue reading Warning
fluttering hearts fail to notice muttering lips -insecure shethinks he is praying for their togetherness methinks insecurities will hit the relationship much later when it is too late to turn back muttering under breath swearing at luck fluttering like a bird to find keys of a locked cage hacking freedom a … Continue reading TOO LATE
