English translation in Comments section ….
आग में जलता हूँ तेरी मैं
आकर तू भी देख तमाशा १।
आंसू भी अब सूख चुके हैं
समझी न तूने उनकी भाषा।२।
नम न कर तू आंखें अपनी
मत दे मुझे नयी कोई आशा।३।
हीरा था अब टूट चूका हूँ
हाय यह कैसा तूने तराशा।४।
काश तुझे बता पाता अमित
करता हूँ तुझे प्यार बेतहाशा।५।
In response to:Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 51
Jane Basil continues to shake me up to the core…
You ask me who I am,
this fool whose home-made skin
once glistened
with a million shades
of fake and real, incorporating
all the human I hungered to be
and wished to be envisaged in me;
this fool who
from a distance, glowed,
yet seen up close,
singed the eye.
You ask me who I am;
this woman so deeply seared
by uncertainty.
I can tell you I erred,
and that in erring,
I learned to learn,
crawling toward the cure
as each vain expectation,
each flaking fantasy,
each false pretence
was slaked away,
leaving me both less and more.
You ask me who I am
as I watch my multi-coloured dream-coat
shrink to flickering embers,
surrendered by my own hand
to the questing flames
of questioned truth.
You ask me who I am;
I’ll tell you what I know.
Old flesh shows through the vest
my mother dressed me…
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Man is so made that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish.
During my working career, I was confronted as many teachers were, with finding ways to engage our students.
During a ten-year period in a very working-class part of town, my fellow teachers and I staged a number of musical programs to stimulate and engage our students.
I was fortunate to have an excellent drama teacher to work with in the late 1980s.
In 1987 we performed a musical I had written when teaching at a bush school and it went well. In 1989 we decided to get ambitious and write a new show that would explore a range of emotions and scenarios. Doing a show each year had become the expectation within the school and writing a show from scratch was considered ambitious, to say the least, considering our musical ability was somewhat limited.
But we were never…
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I feel uneasy today. I hope it is a passing phase. But the prompt I chose reflects it. Let it remain on record like a journal. There is one picture and two quotes. Choose any one, or choose all three, and create whatever you can. I would like to see a simplification – in the … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 51
It is the same Sun. It gets caught between a tree, or between the metallic extensions of modern construction. I like to imagine that it feels suffocated. But it moves away, smiling with optimism. There is always another day to face. I realize that I have been gripped by claustrophobia, and I projected the same … Continue reading The same Sun
“I know it. I always knew it is a conspiracy. Multiple speak, masks, iron fists in velvet gloves and knives stabbed in the back are all more real ….” “What are you rambling about?” “Pistanthrophobia – it is missing from this list. It is a design to catch people unaware….” Pistanthrophobia is the fear of trusting people due … Continue reading Reasonable Response
Excellent take on The Wizard of Oz!
The Wizard of Oz was a lesson in phycology for those who watched Dorothy and her three friends struggle with their deficiencies. As they made their way down the Yellow Brick Road, they discovered the confidence they lacked was really within them. Today at d’Verse, Mish asked us to choose one of the three characters and write a poem from their perspective. I chose to write a poem addressing the Cowardly Lion’s lack of courage. At the end read the Lions response…Perhaps we could all learn something about ourselves from the Cowardly Lion!
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Servility – a mindset -imposed on some not allowed to blossom -a strategic move for prosperity and success in times to come -some born without it unmoved by adversity march along, alone on paths cumbersome BrewNSpew Cafe
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