what better canvas
than a big, open sky,
where the cloud moves,
and imagination shapes
apparitions illusive,
and a gentle breeze blows,
wiping the slate clean,
a fresh canvas presented
to paint one’s masterpiece.
Tag: poems
Peace and Prosperity for all
no epic was ever penned
without being spiced by jealousy,
no romance novels complete
without juicy syrup of
dripping emotions, betrayal and gossips,
doomed are those that forgot to pay
their homage to Eros,
no action thrillers without guns and
blood flowing like water,
keep us awake at night.
we thrive at our senses being titillated,
and then we go to the temples
to pray for peace and
prosperity for all.
somehow the math does not make sense.
if a book is a window to the world,
it’s the book or the world,
which one has gone wrong?
the eternal question remains unanswered,
chicken or the egg,
which came first?
and we,
the children of God,
while secretly pamper our senses,
and stoke our libido,
pay lip service to peace
and prosperity for all.
Silence Spoke
we traveled miles
hand in hand
so much to say
before long
it was
time to part
nothing was said
silence spoke
what we wanted
to say
Unanswered Prayers
I sent a prayer up,
Reply never came down.
May be dreams escaped my sleep,
And the lotto ticket
Just another piece of paper
In the morning.
O’ wait,
I have not checked
The results yet.
The dream can live on
For a few more moments,
But the coffee calls.
Now only if I can leave
The warmth of the bed.
Peace made an exit
When greed entered,
And prayers remained
Unanswered.
A parade of Ps
Price we pay
Parading progress.
Pristine paradise
Polluted.
Pandemics pulverize.
Progenies will ponder,
Prehensile predecessors?
Pompus predators?
Wasted
Somewhere between aspiration and expectation,
The river of life got dammed.
The stale water is pungent now,
Ripe to be fished by the powerful
To fulfill their ulterior motivation.
A bud that did not flower, never came to fruition,
Lost forever to humanity, a malodorous fragrance, putrid,
Wasted blood caked dry by the blazing sun.
As the hypocrites responsible for the mayhem rejoice,
Shouting to the high heavens for the glory of the martyred,
Somewhere a lonely heart weeps for the wasted soul.
Shattered reflections – haiku of hope
Reflections shattered
Broken mirrors littered earth
Caricatured dreams
*****
Coping as life blooms
Dark abyss of depression
Hope supports living
*****
Flickering lights gleam
Shreds of mirrors points of light
As blood stained earth heals
Memories of Evenings Past
Those golden evenings
Of days bygone
Of laughter, jokes and
Meaningless stories
Shooting the air as
Time flew
And nights took
Us gently in her bosom
Memories we carry
Deep in our hearts
Words that now
Floats through ether
Impersonal alphabets
On the screen
Leave a painful void
Searching hands
Empty of feeling
Missing personal touch
Milestone or Kilometerstone?
It seems I reached a milestone yesterday as was confirmed by WordPress, “Congratulations on writing 500 posts on Fleeting Muse!”. I certainly had not been keeping tabs. I started my blog around November of 2015, so somewhere I must have crossed my two years anniversary but did not realize it.
Initially I thought the milestone was for my first food recipe post yesterday. Incidentally that was the blog that made me achieve the milestone of 500 posts. That post also achieved more “likes” much quicker than any of my poems. That made me think about my blog. As my readers may be aware that my passion is writing poetry. Though I diverge from time to time, I always come back to writing poetry. So why did my recipe got more likes quicker than any of my poems? Hmmm….
Is it because,
1. People like food more compared to reading poems, or
2. I have more potential for success as a food blogger than poet, or
3. The photo of the soup bowl with the recipe was really inviting, or last but not the least,
4. I am a lousy poet ( ouch, that hurts)
Unlike the person on the cartoon, I can’t scratch my head for long. Precious few strands of hair that I have on top are far more valuable than finding an answer to my questions at present. Also my belly is sending distress signals to my brain, warning me to complete my writing at the earliest before it goes into a hunger strike.
I realized I did not address my title at all. That will be for another day. Right now I need to put some food in my tummy to calm it down.
Well, I may have gotten the answer to my question there.
Start of Second Half of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”
Today marks the start of second half of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”. I won’t say that the last twenty six weeks have been a very smooth journey. Sometimes the words came easily and sometimes it was a mighty struggle. The struggle was mainly due to tiredness and mental fatigue after a long day’s work. Many a times I thought of writing the poem and the piece for Write Anything Wednesday beforehand and schedule it to be posted on Wednesday. It never happened. May be I am not disciplined enough or organized. Fun that I have in writing spontaneously, I do not think I will have the same pleasure writing methodically. Many of the poems that I wrote for journey with “W” did not please me when I wrote them. I always thought that I could have done a better job if I would have given more time to compose my thoughts and then write. However, in each of those occasions I was pleasantly surprised that the poems were well received. My readers must be a very kind hearted bunch to encourage me such. I am truly indebted.
The topics I had chosen during the last twenty six weeks were varied. Starting with “We, Not I” and finishing the first half with “Woods”, in between I had wondered, questioned why, worried about my growing waistline, wanting delicious wedding foods(of course forgetting about my waistline), about wisdom of weekend wanderlust, winning wheels, wildlife and wildfires, wimpy Wednesdays and many more. I am hoping next twenty six weeks will be equally enjoyable.
Kristi, sponsor of Write Anything Wednesday made a comment on my last poem written on week twenty six of my journey that do I find it easier to have set letters for the first words of every line or does it make it harder? My response to her was that I never thought about that and that was an honest answer. I kept thinking why she asked me that question. Today I went back and reviewed the poems that I wrote every Wednesday for last twenty six weeks and realized to my horror that many of the poems had the structure Kristi mentioned whereas poems written on other days had a much free flowing structure. May be because of the time constraint of writing and posting a poem before 12 midnight every Wednesday made me follow a structure I felt comfortable with. That must be my comfort zone. For today I have decided to make a conscious effort to be out of that self imposed, albeit unknowingly, comfort zone.
That brings me to the most important question of the day. Less than hour and half left for midnight and I do not have a word starting with “W” to start my poem. I am just looking at a blank wall in front of my desktop. I am still old fashioned in that sense, still love my desktop to write. Actually the large screen is much better than the small screen of the cell phone to write. Wait a minute, in this paragraph I have three words starting with “W”. I just need one. So long my dear readers, time to write and post my poem and start the second half of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”.
This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Aug-03-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings
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