मृगतृष्णा

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अजीब होते हैं सपने
समाने को समा जाएँ आशियाँ
हाथों की चाँद लकीरों में
फिसलें तो निकल जाएँ
अंजुली से पानी की तरह

करीब होते हैं अपने
तो लगता है शबनम का क़तरा
किसी दरिया की तरह
गर रूठ जाएँ तो सागर
लगे जैसे मृगतृष्णा

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 109

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #109- Nostalgia

Nostalgia …. by Indira

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #109- Prompt this week

NOSTALGIA

Can someone bring back
Carefree childhood
Caring and loving parents, siblings
Sweet lingering memories of the time spent with
Spouse, children, relatives, and friends
Lovely memories of
Daughter and son’s marriage
Arrival of granddaughter

Unforgettable time spent in
Traveling so many places,
Meeting with so many people

Swimming through the memory lane
cherishing, savoring, relishing all
As if it all happened yesterday
How time flies by
Leaving behind
NOSTALGIA

~ Indira

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Known and the Unknown

Known and the unknown …. by Aishwarya at kittysverses

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“For I have known them all already, known them all:

To the countless sharing the space,

On this beautiful planet,

Where all co-exist,

I am a nameless face,

I am one among the crowd,

I am nothing extraordinary,

For the ones that know me,

I am a part of the world where they also thrive,

To some my name,

Would bring, cheer,

To a few, anger,

Yet others, indifference,

“For I have known them all already, known them all:

A part of me exists in all,

A part of them exists in me,

If we look at each other’s positives,

As our own,

We would wholeheartedly appreciate,

Rather than compare and snide,

If we look at each other’s negatives ,

As our own,

We would willingly forgive,

Rather than be mean,

It’s those I know,

I go for love, care and support,

Sometimes they deliver, sometimes they backstab,

For they…

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Spooning

Spooning …. by VJ Knutson

VJ's avatarOne Woman's Quest

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”

Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot

I line my spoons on the counter –
measures of the day’s reserves

one spoon for morning tea
with a side of emails read

a shower requires two or three
with a guarantee of needed rest

I’ll linger horizontal – added care
when an outing is in the plans

the thrill of venturing, and delight
of conversation shared wipes

the counter clean – I’ll crash
and crave for one spoon more

enough to get me into bed
pray tomorrow’s count the same.

(For Reena’s Exploration challenge, in which she challenges us to use one of the given lines of poetry.  Spooning is the term used for those of us with chronic illness who have limited energy.  Myalgic Encephalomyelitis is characterized by exhaustion after exertions.  My day starts with depleted…

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“None Of Them” ©J.E.Goldie Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108 October 10 2019

None of them …. by Jen Goldie

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108

You can choose any one line , and use it as the first line for your piece.

“For I have known them all already, known them all:

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons;

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”

Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot

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~NONE OF THEM~

“For I have known them all already,

known them all”

I have howled at the moon,

I have reached for the stars

I have basked in the sun

But when all is said and done

there is really only one.

“For I have known them all already,

known them all”

and known none of them,

none of them all.

©J.E.Goldie October 15 2019

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A Flower’s Worst Nightmare

A flower’s worst nightmare ….. by Pallavi

Pallavi's avatarCurating Thoughts

Photo byRahulfromPexels

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
comestolifea flower’s worst nightmare
bloomed majestic and hand-picked by the gardener as a semblance of exquisite beauty
its heart desired to end up in a vase
brighten up an alley, a room, or somewhere be fondly placed
maybe even become a reason to mend a fight or augment a child’s smile
settle for a broach on his coat or a decor in her hair
Alas! dreams of being showered on happy occasions withered away
with its newfound fate.
Chosen for a visit to the cemetery
and left behind with the dead, down in the darkness of reality.

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In response to Christine’s Writing Prompt https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/130149259/posts/11763

Also, in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/10/10/reenas-exploration-challenge-108/

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Unbridgeable?

Unbridgeable ….. by VJ Knutson

VJ's avatarOne Woman's Quest II

We mark the Equinox
with prayers for a planet
waning in the marinade
of political corruption –
too gilded to confess
the shameful disarray.

(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: unbridgeable. Image from personal collection.)

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