Almost as cool as rain

Jane Dougherty's avatarJane Dougherty Writes

Daily word count achieved = poetry treat. A tritina for the Secret Keeper’s writing challenge. The words:

DOWNPOUR | GENTLE | SHOOT | PEAK | YIELD

No gentle downpour this, of cooling rain,

But shafts of heat, sun-spears that bring us low,

From heights of haze, the shimmer falls.

Blue, the water colour of the river falls,

Silver, sharp, a tingle on the skin, the rain,

Red-gold, the sun at evening, dropping low.

As burning day gives way to night below,

The touch of evening, gentle on skin falls,

Almost as silver cool, moon pale, as rain.

Rain, with low sounds, falls.

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 44- Abstraction

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 44

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The format can be a story/poem/rant/anecdotes/journalistic coverage of events/ reflections as usual.

Be straightforward friend
Don’t kill me with your sweetness
Scared of diabetes 
———————————
either you are happy
or sad
show it with full expression
suppression helps you not
only brings depression
you can’t live your life
with ideology alone
enjoy every bit of it
but
in moderation
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हवा में सीलापन सा क्यों है कहीं पे कोई रोया है क्या?

महलों में सब सुविधा पाकर कहीं कोई तो   हँस  ना पाए,

जूठन पाकर झोपड़ीवाला  ख़ुशी के मारे  रोया है क्या?

दिन भर खूब मजूरी की पर  शाम को खाना  घर न आया

बिलख बिलख कर रोते कोई  भूख का मारा  सोया है क्या ?

लालच में वृक्ष काट लिए, बीज कभी भी बोये नहीं

 अब मौसम का रुख देखकर कहीं पर कोई रोया है  क्या?

बेटियां कितनी बलि चढ़ा  दी ,एक बेटे  के लालच में ,

आज उसी बेटी…

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 44 – The Sum of the Whole.

Michael's avatarMorpethroad

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I’ve tried a few times to disconnect with life. To withdraw into my own bubble and let everything go.

The whole blogging thing gets out of control at times.

If it wasn’t that I liked writing so much I may well have given it up ages ago.

I’m not sure how bloggers who use their blogs to promote their writing/novels/anthologies deal with it. You can’t guarantee that on any day you’ll attract any readers.

You learn early on that what you think is of merit is most probably all in your head as no one else sees it as you do.

I recently entered a writing competition knowing I wouldn’t win it but hoping I might make the anthology. I did neither.

It was disappointing but in keeping with my understanding that in life there is always someone better than you, though in the above case 110 better than me.

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Zephyr

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रंग कहाँ हैं

I could not capture the rhythm and literal meanings, but here’s a rough translation.

soothing voices
demanding justice
Where has a way of life gone?

face buried in a device
a shy glance goes unnoticed
Where has all attention gone?

stooped shoulders, heavy hearts
not out of school or college yet
Where has the joy of life gone?

hunger sleeps penniless
bystanders merciless
generosity going, going, gone

dry rivers and dry ponds
thirst doing many rounds
hydrated spirits, springs gone

colors of a rainbow look
greyed, wrinkled with smoke
youthfulness of sky gone

Translation for Amit Agrawal, hecblogger’s Hindi poem.

hecblogger's avatarPlaying with words

प्यार भरी पुचकार कहाँ है
अन्याय पर हाहाकार कहाँ है

जीने का अब ढंग कहाँ है ।१।

चेहरे सारे झुके फोनों पे
देखे कौन हया की लाली

ध्यान इतना भंग कहाँ है ।२।

निकले भी नहीं कालेज से
लगता है जीवन बोझ सा

जीने की उमंग कहाँ है ।३।

भूखें मरते देखें बच्चे पर
निकले न हमसे फूटी कौड़ी

पॉकेट इतनी तंग कहाँ है ।४।

सूखे कुँए और सूखे ताल
पानी को तरसें प्यासे पंथी

झरनों की तरंग कहाँ है ।५।

इंद्रधुनष के रंग सारे
छिप गए धुएं भरी धुन्ध में

आसमां में रंग कहाँ हैं ।६।

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