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Birds

The idea of the poem below started with the poem Migratory Birds as Laura on dVerse Tuesday Poetics asked us to use one of the translated poems as an inspiration for a poem. It made me remember another song that has opening lines that birds , rivers and winds are not bound by borders, so what really did we gain by being the way we are.

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It was another era,
when my stories had wings
riding on the clouds across time and space;
It was folly of youth –
to tie wishes to trees,
praying for impossible outcomes;
like birds flying
across oceans, leaving home behind
only to return later;
always a stranger to lands
and the trees that promised to nest.

Point of no return ?

These days I think
of my childhood,
cleaner , simpler times;
I regret the moments
I wanted to leave them behind –
the ways of the nature,
the words of the wise and old;
no haste no waste,
Nothing thrown, nothing lost.

I seek ways to return,
and fail to train myself to re-learn
what I ignored to value before;
What you sow,so shall you reap,
The basic of living – and I forgot.
Now the price to be paid,
by generations to come
– an apt punishment ?
Or a warning just yet,
buried in toxic waste,
hated by our own children
for teaching them wrong ways,
Mankind marching in a race,
Beyond the point of no return.

 

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Written for DVerse Poetics where we are asked to write on Climatic crisis.

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Family

The reason I think of him is that my mother mentioned that it is his death anniversary today. Years of looking at the black and white photo in our home, with a dry flower garland around it most days, I never realized the date. The year, I remembered – from the moment I could connect that the year on the photo was also the year I was born in.

The reason I mentioned him today was another relative being in similar pain, I heard he was before he died – he had oral cancer. My mother tells me about the days he would moan in pain and there was nothing anyone could do. There were not enough pain killers 30 years back. Nor was there any cure for him.

I do not know him enough. Just that he was a really good father, a simple honest man who died in pain, but content to see his family around him. My grandfather never saw the majority of kids of my generation in the family but my grandmother was sure, he picked us all before we left heaven to arrive on the earth.

the fading memories
walking through unknown trails
circling family lines

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Haibun for Dverse Poets

What makes “me” ?

Earth, water, air, space, and void;
The physical me is this combined.
My mother’s lessons, my father’s hopes;
my siblings imprints on my thoughts.
shredding the cloak of childhood so safe,
the rebellious teens paved their own way.
stepping out of home, the adult me
blindly searched to recognize my voice
out of the air, ideas begin to emerge
verses call out, mostly out of rhythm;
rejecting all that is real, or should be dear
words become the face of who I want to be;
I become the words, the ideas, the songs
grounded in clouds, I fly along.

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Written for dVerse Poetics Prompt

Who we are

On paths we unknowingly walk,
shaping ways, says and cares
who we are,is never set in stone.

The story take turns and twists,
imprints of people we carry along
On paths we unknowingly walk

Time like a ribbon,ties them all
memories trapped,soft and strong
shaping ways, says and cares

Never too sure,who we might become
never too proud,of what we were;
who we are, is never set in stone.

 

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Written for dVerse Poetics : Cascade Poetry form

 

Hey stranger

Hey stranger,
You made me talk when I was in distress
Maybe I looked as if I could need a word
In this new country, so tired of this cold;
Maybe we both needed to shed some light
On the reasons that brought us to that place,
Both with a mixed feelings about our names and place
He who was dropping his father’s name
Me who picked up my husband’s surname
Both unsure yet happy with the choice
Both strangers , yet bonded for a while.
Hey stranger,
Thank you for the smile.
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Today was my first day in Canada and its freezing cold ( nothing new for this country ! ) But it’s every bit of my worst nightmare in terms of nature. And though I used uber for all my commute , I still felt my bones cold and aching by end of the day. But wherever I went , I met some really helpful folks and specially this teacher Alex who talked and talked and as much as I was amazed at his questions , I kind of liked it. I wish I had taken his email id for maybe more talks on history and his travels.
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This is inspired by Weekly Smile post. Finally I got the motivation to share about mine this week ( mostly I feel like sharing my joys would catch a bad eye of fate too soon )

Holding to the old …

The new year celebrations are over for likes of me – specifically for the people of my age. The religious calendar followed at my home differs though. It will be on fourteenth that the month of kharmas ( inauspicious days as per Hindu astrological calculations) will be over. January fourteenth marks the accepted and expected end of winters in my part of the country. This will be celebrated by a bonfire , festive dinner menu and passing gifts to the loved ones , prayers to the local gods for new crop etc

January musings

I have never before paid attention to these rituals in the house , except for arranging gifts assigned to me and making sure that essential snacks are ordered online and delivered on the mentioned date. Me and husband will wait for my mother-in-law to prepare the sweets and once it has been offered to the gods , it will be given to the people in the house. This year it’s not much different but I feel compelled to honor the traditions and to know about them more. I have a sudden urge to be a part of the celebrations of my religion and to make them a part of my own life , without feeling like a guest.
This January came with news of moving away from my family and to have a new start in a faraway city. This month just got a completely different meaning for me in terms of new year , new month , new life perhaps. And I seek to know my roots better , before this shift. I wish I had more time to treasure all that I have taken for granted so far.
new chapter begins
the leaves become the roots
new flowers from old ..
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{This is my attempt at a haibun after years so I admit I am way out of practice for the form.}
Linked to Dverse Poets and Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday

Spicy Memories

Certain words fondly nudge
memories of making merry
On a house boat;In the river
Meandering across villages
No more than ten homes big,
serving the best toddy
spiciest fish, scrambled eggs
and noodles.
Simple food by strangers
served with love stay life long.
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This is a Quadrille (poem of exact 44 words) as prompted on dVerse and also linked to the Toads .
*Toddy is the south indian name for palm wine created fresh from the coconut palmtreesin villages. It smells pungent but is very delicious.

Small Stone : Day 1-4/365

 

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colorful UNO cards ,
compete with dull grey skies ,
friends having fun.

Egg and bread ,
you and me; best partners;
feeding each other

many unread emails,
sorted into meaningless some folders,
work still remains

my dirty socks
stay glued to the shoes ,
both need wash

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Form is inspired by dVerse. Form : Collom Lune.

Written as a part of