Rooted, we stand strong

crazy storms whisper O Wind, my friend, go hissing blow up sleeping worlds -let them awake and arise -let them be ready for me large trees stand aloft branches swaying in the wind - rooted we stand strong it takes a mighty big storm to uproot,Whispering Winds! Tell the storm you blow, destroy those with … Continue reading Rooted, we stand strong

Confronted

-unspoken word imposed -unspoken refusal to fall in line -unspoken denial of what I want doled out as punishment fake expressions hollow words struggling to ring positive Yet… daggers drawn we face each other -I will abide, but by my own code not yours https://dversepoets.com/2020/11/30/dverse-quadrille-117-the-dude-abides/

The Art of War

a glare a raised eyebrow scathing criticism  unsolicited advice an attempt to step into my territory passionately take decisions  for me glowing with  narcissism I don’t know  who they are nor do I want to know… a lifetime spent in defending  boundary lines culminating in accusations of dominance or stubborn-ness of having grown bigger than  … Continue reading The Art of War

A-changing

Remember those halcyon days we held hands and walked across green lawns? You whacked me once, because I stole an apple from your bag. I had to explain I was hungry, and it was forgiven. innocence cutting all divides soul-to-soul bonds ruled Will I let you enter the sanitised environs of my house today? It … Continue reading A-changing

The Question Remains…

Question Remains …… by Radhika

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Lock Down, Lock, Year, Nostalgia, Era, Door, Metal
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Lock down changed life forever

redefined many facets.

We tasted virtual reality bites

embraced a minimalistic approach,

nature rejuvenated, when we were caged.

Emotions came about in a mixed bag.

Familial bonds recharged with great vigor

skills honed, connections renewed.

Some had to endure the pangs of separation,

mental health issues rocked a few.

The health workers are true warriors

fighting an enemy unknown.

The harsh plight of migrant workers

brought to fore, many kind souls amongst us,

reaching out with helping hands,

 the blessed, bowed down in gracious thanksgiving.

Now all masked up, as we unlock our cages,

this question continues to torment me…

Will man emerge wiser from the pandemic?

will we respect this freedom now

or

will we go back to our old ways?

Reena’s exploration Challenge #163

V. J’s weekly challenge #123 Warriors

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Nature Unlocks

Nature Unlocks ….. By Goutam Dutta

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My verandah is basking in sunshine;
Sunshine that feels like molten butter,
That which flows freely
In its desire to reach out
and swamp everything
With unbridled exuberance.
Warm, playful, extrovert sunshine,
Like a lover’s passionate impatience,
Like a child’s unabashed playfulness,
Falling over my shoulders,
Running all over my face,
Happy to have found me
after many a decade.
Happy to have found
a willing friend,
Who wants to give in
To its friendliness.
Happy to reach out to all those
who are bereft of its reach,
while at work in dark cubicles
and living under artificial illuminance. 
Sunshine that deluges my face,
reminds of God’s assurance,
To dispel the dregs of loneliness
And provides much needed solace!

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #163

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बीमार नहीं हूँ

English translation in Comments. Original piece here…

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बदल गया है ज़माने का चलन
घर पर हूँ पर लाचार नहीं हूँ
अपनी ज़िन्दगी से बेज़ार नहीं हूँ

मिल नहीं पाता हूँ अब उनसे
मुनासिब है भूल जाऊँ उन्हें
कह दो उनसे मैं तैयार नहीं हूँ

मिला है वक़्त सोचने का मुझे
जो भी किया अच्छा बुरा
अपने किये पे शर्मसार नहीं हूँ

करता हूँ कुछ ज्यादा काम
खटता हूँ रोज़ सुबह से शाम
शुक्र है कि बेरोज़गार नहीं हूँ

रखता हूँ अपना ख़याल ज्यादा
एक ज़िन्दगी तो हज़ार नेमत
मनाता हूँ खैर, बीमार नहीं हूँ

In Response to: Reena’s ~Exploration Challenge # 163

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Solitude (3)

Solitude …. by VJ Knutson

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Solitude.
I dream of
panoramic
silence –
breathtaking
boundless
sanctity.

Solitude.
Wrapped in separateness
cardboard walls fallen
curling corners of instability –
no refuge in stillness.

Solitude.
Smothering starkness
madness reverberating
canyons of aloneness
overbearing.

Solitude.
Persevere
regale moments
feathered encounters
faces on screens
tenderness
in voices.

Solitude.
Grace finds me
mercy lifts soul
possibility
opens the door
panoramic.

(This is a rewrite of an older poem, last appearing here in August, 2018. I submit it for Reena’s Exploration challenge #163. Please visit her post for a most inspiring video. Art my own.)

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Greatness

I reproduce a poem I came across on Goodreads, by Suzy Kassem “REMEMBER YOUR GREATNESS Before you were born,And were still too tiny forThe human eye to see,You won the race for lifeFrom among 250 million competitors.And yet,How fast you have forgottenYour strength,When your very existenceIs proof of your greatness.You were born a winner,A warrior,One … Continue reading Greatness

Breaking new ground

The shapes and symbols are unfamiliar. He looks around to spot a clue or see similar objects around. No help in sight… he turns back to the screen in desperation and sees the lines getting translated to a known language. The messages give him directions on things he should and shouldn’t do, during his stay … Continue reading Breaking new ground