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
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
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
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
A David is born, whenever a Goliath gets arrogant about his strength. Goddess Kali is born whenever oppression increases. Tsunamis unleash their force on the world, when the ocean is unable to contain its angst. The pride of those at the receiving end prevents them from seeing the connection. They like to deceive themselves that … Continue reading Revolutions
A fleeting moment A glimpse of disapproval veiled in silence stayed with me long after you’d forgotten all about it… Today I decide to move ahead shaking you and your views out of my system you do not exist for me as much as I do not exist for you https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/14/dverse-poetics-8th-year-anniversary/
stories I grew with stories I did not write But he was always different…. I envied him at the core yet feared him in daylight mermaids in his fish tank came alive at midnight How I wanted - to be there, but something stopped me from indulging in voyeuristic delights https://dversepoets.com/2020/06/23/poetics-sounding-the-siren/
I wake up in sweat of indignation sleep in a perplexed state I don’t know why I’m not accepted though nobody says rejected In this field of thistle, I am the improbable A strange mind in a familiar face they extend gloved hands, but fail to connect acknowledge brilliance, but show no respect I know … Continue reading Walkathon
Did she really want worship while living a suppressed life? wistfully she saw girls jumping around rising up to meet the sky scaling up dreams on the way How she’d have loved to be commonplace, ordinary with no expectations or conduct restrictions Alas! A life not meant to be the princess lies buried here for … Continue reading Forsaking the unknown
We saw the first rains of the season today – propelled by a cyclone called Nisarg (it means Nature). Guys are glued to TV sets checking the direction of the storm, and what damage is it causing on the way. I extend my palm out to feel the glorious promise of rain – respite from … Continue reading Droplets
