100WW I never knew nights come alive Is it just your presence, my friend? something brings out an inner glow sand grains explode with passion I know, it takes a certain conviction…. Something brings out the inner glow Optimism lights nights ahead I know, it takes a certain conviction to overcome obstacles laid Optimism lights … Continue reading Nights come alive
There is a peculiar Indian term "wheatish complexion" used for medium skin tones. This poem is about a father's hopes for his bright daughter, who does not rank high on the 'light skin' scales. Her smiles lovelier than flowers in full bloom brighten my day more than the sun her almond eyes twinkle with mirth, … Continue reading Medium
Denying his hollowness he looks for people who engage with inane stuff say ‘you’re great’. Failing to find a purpose in life he averts eyes from real inner problems. He loves worlds Which echo escapism “Bumming around, eh? Wish I was in your place…” https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/24/quadrille-110-shall-we-bum-around-a-bit/
I struggled I strived burnt midnight oil binged on knowledge be they books webinars or value-adding conversations I battled Scarcity of time to gather thoughts process write publish I tapped inner resources dug canals pathways for expression became a medium for thought energy to flow effortlessly -all done to make an impact -and then I … Continue reading Impact
ink blots on pages of time changing colours teasing in mutant shapes telling stories which are not mine the pen between my fingers asks what to write… A newspaper column A lightning ghazal or truth inscribed on stone? It’s all meaningless after my name Is wiped out colors, shapes of inkblots hidden tales will all … Continue reading Inkblots
silhouetted shapes avert eyes change shape throw pointers to different directions never let me know what lies behind conniving fingers misleading signals proclaimed intent It takes a while to cut through their pervasive presence but it’s only smoke which I overestimated Finally, I breathe in clarity knowing that roads ahead are lonesome but all mine … Continue reading Shadows
tiny eyes twinkled in darkness of my psyche -innocent laughter long long after they left They laughed at my ignorance the newest fool in town they knew not where I came from my language was alien my attire strange to their limited vision Then on… I donned many colours spun new stories from my embellished … Continue reading Clowning
I love I mull over it I promote I fight I share I write But fail to overcome…. They change shapes colour rewrite stories till they blur wait for attention disappear But not for long …. Oh, these thoughts that jostle for space… https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/08/15/weekend-writing-prompt-170-jostle/
A busy day ahead promises made earlier in the week come back to haunt…. How do I say my priorities are different today I open other windows while listening to the speaker on a webinar I feel obliged to attend… I also need to scan recipes for a special dinner I recall the luxury of … Continue reading Freedom
Bengali literature and music in India have a rich heritage of boatman songs. Boats have been an integral part of journeys and separations in stories. I am not sure if translations are allowed in the Poetics prompt, and I shall delete the piece if it violates rules. The song I've chosen to translate here is … Continue reading Boatman Songs
