Taj Mahal

I see engraved patterns of unusual creativity and exquisite craftsmanship. White-labelling came into existence, when identities were lost in smooth paleness of marble. Taj Mahal is but a sculpted grave, with souls of unknown artists scattered in the invisible graveyard. I don’t see pine trees and the water canal, but hear muffled sounds of creators. … Continue reading Taj Mahal

Journey to Irrelevance

He is on unfamiliar terrain. The assignment is not clearly defined, he is not comfortable with local culture and his set of competencies cannot be put to use here. Vaguely, he thought of the celebrity singer who sat near Haji Ali, singing on a harmonium, and had collected twelve bucks for his talent. He used … Continue reading Journey to Irrelevance

Solitary

solitude gently embraces blends into my being effortlessly   generating awareness source of all restlessness lies outside   and then, I think experience to enhance the value warmth of being alone   holds others at its centre with all their dissonance, consonance music it generates   light that emanates from an inner glow reflects searing … Continue reading Solitary

“still water…” a #tanka (5/5/20)

Frank J. Tassone's avatarFrank J. Tassone

Lake Welch, Harriman State Park, NY

still water

before the gentlest caress

of the wind

learning accompaniment

from listening to silence

for dVerse Poets’ Poetics – Solitude (pubtended by Bjorn)

The pub is open! Come join us!

and Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 176, #Poet’sChoice

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Wide-Eyed

Björn Rudberg (brudberg)'s avatarBjörn Rudbergs writings

I palmed a polished pebble
sensed its surface — skin-
like; stayed silent,
strong between my breath
and seashell-sounds of self.
I talked to scents of spring
spiderwebbed myself
an earthworm…
listened to my heart
drawing circles
in wide-eyed lucent dreams.

Solitude by Gustave Courbet

A short poem on solitude and what you can find there for my prompt at dVerse.
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May 5, 2020

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Fame is a Fickle Food

Fame is a fickle food..
an essay by Len

lensdailydiary's avatarlensdiary.ca

Responding to Reena’s challenge # 133 ” OUTLASTING THE FICKLENESS OF FAME.
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/reenas-exploration-challenge-133/

“If my theory of relativity is proven successful, Germany will claim me as a German and France will declare me a citizen of the world. Should my theory prove untrue, France will say that I am a German, and Germany will declare that I am a Jew.”

― Albert Einstein

There are millions of wonderful singers, actors, artists, writers and generally very talented people but only a very few become famous. Fame once gained must be cherished and held close with the help of public relation companies and image makers to ensure the public image remains untarnished. For fame is fickle and can be washed away in an instant by the tide of public opinion. In the Golden Days of Hollywood celebrities would bask in their public image, protected by the powerful studios, their private lives never…

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Outlasting the fickleness of fame

Outlasting the fickleness of fame …. by Aishwarya

kittysverses's avatarKitty's Verses

Being dependable like the majestic tree,

Rather than mindlessly sway for materialistic greed,

Probably would outlast the fickleness of fame,

At the end of one’s game.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 133. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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Labyrinths

Found Poetry all these transformations metaphorical and paradoxical insist on being read something crucial shifts an empty space waiting to be inhabited by the self.   Meditative labyrinths lead to the same centre until you feel the urge to enter stepping into ‘liminal space’   In the labyrinth you don’t lose yourself. you find yourself. … Continue reading Labyrinths