A scene from daily life

Try painting a picture with words-
show, not tell how you feel.
The intimacy of daily life,
the transient thoughts that
never are recorded formally;

A foggy evening with absolute silence,
suspense in the air
a hot cup of chocolate in your hands –

how will that appeal to you?
How will you feel in this setting?

me? I am on top of the world-
and literally, I am.
In my high rise apartment building –
it is as lonely and beautiful.

Almost Idyll, perhaps.

 

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This poem was inspired by the Weekend Writing Prompt (word – Idyll | length limit – 84 words)
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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

May love

Rishikesh

I look forward
to scorching heats and hot winds
feasts of melons,mangoes
and fruity cocktails with it;
May is the summers
that I can curse and wish gone,
but not before I have made memories
from trip to the hills,
splashing in riverside,
and the road to quick get away parties.

I look forward to this May
Or perhaps, a reason
to be able to love
the way I did in those mountains.

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Inspired by Prompt @ Imaginary Toads

The trees sing for you ..

You would have heard,

The mighty trees swaying above,

No breeze was seen or felt,

Yet the trees sung their songs non stop;

You would have seen it clearly,

The stories flashing in your eyes,

The whispers of the past and futures

Serenading your subconscious self;

Life and death,two sides of the same coin

Enlightenment comes with wishes

That have no reason or rhyme

To pass from heart to lips of the wise mind.

Far into the soil, the roots grow strong

With every new generation,

A new ribbon tied to the branches

Already laden with hopes of souls long gone.

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Inspired by #writephoto prompt , Also linked to Toads where the mention of tree story made me think of this article on Banyan tree that is much worshipped in India.