Saturday, November 30, 2019

From Dawn to Dusk.....



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I may not have sweet aroma
Like roses that everyone loves
I may have yellowed tongued petals
But structured in Fibonacci series

Despite your black spots
That nobody notices
I trust you when you rise
Hug you without shame

From dawn to dusk
I carry your name
And follow you
To my last rites 

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Friday, November 29, 2019

An Honour From Poetry Planet.....






Announcing #Ekphrasy25 Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge
Featured Artist
Suman Sharma
Congratulations to the Featured Artist!
With special thanks to Honorable Judges Mir Samsul Haque and Maria Dulce Leitao Reis

Yin and Yang

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On a high pedestal sits the Goddess in tranquil pose
An aura of umbra and penumbra engulfs her seat
She spills her royal rob to create a fertile womb
To delve deep into the realms of motherhood divine

Out of the clay, she creates a figure unique
Adores it with eyes from the rays of Moon and Sun
Kisses to implant another eye on the forehead
To attain higher consciousness beyond cosmos

Maternal bliss and sublime love remain elusive for her
More she yearns, farther it gallops into chills of time
Finally embraces the duality, yin and yang, men and women
For the light can only be encountered in the dark tunnels

Humans or animals, all long for what they don’t have
Satisfaction, wiser people say, is synonymous to death
As long as you have desire, you have the instinct to live
But don’t flutter like moths towards paradise of light

White or coloured, all have the same elements of blood
Mind conflicts with matter and good clashes with evil
Live in peace, harmony and all-pervading universal love
Thus, ordains Frida Kahlo in her silent and implicit gestures

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Copyright Suman 2019



Thursday, November 28, 2019

Cheers.....



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I lit a candle
Say “Cheers to all “
I blow off my mind
For another sojourn
Of celebration of life

Life is sum of
Infinitesimal dots of
Happiness and sorrow

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Isolation.......


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A city once my humble home, anonymous now 
Littering now with strangers with frown on brow

Where do I dump debris of my forlorn love life
Shredded into pieces by scythe and crooked knife

Whom  do I narrate story of ossified tears
Who will lend me patient unflappable ears 

Every night I board the last train to sleepy bed
Shout the story amidst the rattling sounds of head  

Racing dreams and city merge in flirtation 
Only to fade in morning with pangs of separation

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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Ego Play.......

Image Via Pixabay

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Ego, the juggler horse with blinkers

Manipulates tricks on beats and wits

Enacts drama with the twisted fingers

Duel of logic and feeling it knits

Lesser is the chance to fall in pits

When more is the sync between the two

Fly not the soul from separate cockpits

Unite and dwell only on what is true

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Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Hibernated Love.....


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When I am gone forever to the world of ether
Summon up your strength and dig deeper
Open the rusted iron trunk in the basement
Where I stored my diaries of life’s statement

You will find these crawling in the dust
Look for the blue diary with a faded crust
Hibernated and curled timidly in a corner
Scribbled wherein are the dreams of a goner  

Elusive Dreams on the sands of time
Some blossomed into a flower prime
And some withered in the dark stairs
Under the burden of mundane affairs

These dreams sometimes clashed with my soul
And blew the trumpet of war beyond my control
Conflict and dialogue between mind and heart
Pronunciation of verses subtle and minute

At times my dreams providentially won the battle
Another time my soul got engaged in prattle
My life remained as parched as the desert
But mirages did appear but were inert

You are the one to pour drop of holy water
Read invisible signs in the blank matter
Publish a book of my undreamt vision
Only then will I get ultimate salvation 

***

Saturday, November 16, 2019

Why Have You Forsaken me ?....


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The sky joined me in weeping dry
Tears white flaked balls of cotton
To stuff my ears from hearing
The sound of her departing steps

Footprints of memoirs on the cold canvas 
Will curve inward and vanish away
The trail will become askew and dull
I will snail alone to the finishing line


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Friday, November 15, 2019

Paranormal.......



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Sometimes grand façades and carnal perceptions
Are drenched in downpours of ocular deceptions
Illusions induce subtle vibrations in our inertial senses
Trigger off desires to jump over the moral fences

*****






A Lovelorn Wish.....




There are untilled terra firma locations and spots
Interspersed aimlessly among the slushy mind dots
Where you can sow seeds of dahlias and tulips
And nurture with sweet words from your lips

A thousand blooms to entrap your body and mind
I unravel coiled tongues to keep you confined
Convolute your head to toe to creep into voids mystic
You will experience the heavenly dance ballistic  

*****
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Thursday, November 7, 2019

Odd and Even....





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Hazy sky and gloomy Sun departure
Tarred lungs and slouching posture
We blame the seasons of harvest
Individuals and surroundings darkest 

We blame the administration
We blame the general population
We blame the social set up in vicinity
We blame the lack of civil amenities 

And we blame the lack of civic sense
Amongst fellow beings of vast expense 
We blame the world without rib
We continue to blame and crib

Stop the blame game
Ignite the subtle flame 
Do your bit, don’t ask
Take off the fictional mask 

Save a drop, a honk or a bubble
Slap away your present trouble 
Water , Freon  or gasoline
Don’t rely on odd and even 

******



Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Confession.....




A deep anguish ascends from abyssal dot
Throaty channels mute the hapless figure 

A mask less diver panting to the shore
Scrambles and hides behind the conch eye

Thumping waves of tears swirl around
A jagged pearl forms with blisters of pain

Only a nudge of your love can dislodge
The hibernated tear from its cavern

Absolve me of infidelity asinine
Tiny pearl, a confession of repentance

******