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
Elizabeth Gilbert famously spoke out battling two horses every morning - Fate, which cannot be controlled Free Will, which can be steered in the right direction Choosing the second horse is a no-brainer, since we have no control on the first. And maybe, the second can manipulate the first. But life shows us different scenarios, … Continue reading What lies around the corner?
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
songs of yore of budding talent blossoming desires in gardens of hope -caretakers gently took us forward encounters on paths revealed a lot more grows in gardens other than talent roots ignored transplantations with blessings of power a favoured few enjoy shade and fruit https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/10/how-does-your-garden-grow-dverse-quadrille/
windows gradually lighting up they are back home…. Once again I wish I knew what happened in their lives during the day the darkness in other windows stops me from getting voyeuristic I don’t know what fires their minds I don’t know how do I touch their lives I shed all misconceptions of helping people … Continue reading Target markets
It is another day. The Sun rises and travels through the Sky. I wanna touch and feel the horizon, but there are some secrets Nature does not reveal. It is another year, another season. Skies turn a dark gray, as the landscape greens and it pours. There are certain treasures nature does not conceal. Pages … Continue reading Another day
once again sky above darkens night falls once again the sun rises hope dawns once again life moves on cycles of breath once again I accept life myriad colors but just once finality strikes end of life.. https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/30/mtb-haiku-sequence/
early years spent being asked not to fly so high tiny feet being pulled down to earth grounded -My enthusiasm Yet - those wings carefully tucked in sprouted again taking me to the skies resurfaced -My Imagination I picked up a pen moved to keyboards and found voice Yes, voice.... need to have a voice … Continue reading Voice
“The Rose Garden is being redesigned,” said she, walking amidst brambles on the zig-zag path I saw potential which could have bloomed if not partnered with obnoxiousness -an identity that could have shaped better without the golden umbrella which encased her hungry spirit https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/27/quadrille-no-108-among-the-brambles/
