calm exteriorsbelie fire within- volcanoesaren't so forgiving RXC #397
Volcanic
Festive Cinquains
We celebrate three festivals in India today.I have dedicated one cinquain to each. TEACHER'S DAY Teacherpatient handsplanting minds with lighttruths bloom in silence, shaped by careThank you! ONAM - NEW YEAR IN KERALA the callof traditionmigrants remember rootsflowers, food and decorationsNew Year EID-E-MILAD recallof the Divinewhat did the Prophet saymessage of love and peace appliedtoday … Continue reading Festive Cinquains
Peace Within
whirr of a mixerfestive drumrolls tear the windforlorn trees count leavesmy dog snuggles up to mea moment of peace beckons Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
The Lone Leaf
I learnt to decipher what’s happening in my body with the help of emotional intelligence. I’m not sure if I’ve learnt to manage those, as I sink deeper into an emotional abyss every day. Anger and pain dominate. No one needs me in the sunset years of life. We have set up household gadgets to … Continue reading The Lone Leaf
Monsoon
salty drops wet soila grey sky sheds silent tearsincessant rainfall Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
Needs Analysis
I recall living in a house with a sloping roof. Getting it cleaned was difficult. It turned out that a Dutch architect had designed the homes and provided for the melting of snow. Snow is unheard of on the Indian plains. What we need here is more housing to accommodate the burgeoning population, and they … Continue reading Needs Analysis
Confidence
my fear invites a heavy downpourI forgot my umbrella todayI wear my confidence in tailored clothesI conceal all that is unacceptable Weekend Writing Prompt #430
Multiple Meanings
It's not yet fall, but an unhinged, red leaf blows over my feet. The clouds will soon deplete themselves, as the sky rewrites its message. An illusion of a blue roof has long fooled us. It's not yet the end, for spring will soon reign, unless intelligence interferes. retrograde planetsconspire to reverse the flowof stories … Continue reading Multiple Meanings
Guilty Pleasure
splash of joystained reputation-growing upawakensthe mind to consequenceschildhood bliss cut short somewhere on the benchmy perspectives on life changedthose exciting sprintsbecame tiring marathonsa setting sun grieves the day What Do You See #302
Artsy Tramp
I revel in artsplashing colours on blanknesswatching them assumeshapes dictated by my thoughts-vagabonds in a forest God, give me a platform where silence verbalises itself an easel finds measking for a wild canvasthat does not contain,but sets free white energy-I paint patterns to hold Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
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