No more Dear Life Radhamani sarma

 

Poem of the week: Dear Life by Maya C Popa

 Dear Life

 

No more Dear Life

 

So much I have dived,

so vast enamored by beauty,

a keen desire to put all that

into my pocketful of glee

glamour in the limited scope;

 

both injury to body and soul,

all unforgivable and unforgettable

wounds lie deep beyond articulation,

still somewhere something forms

to surface  all to the  forefront.

 

Not knowing I should not cross

The boundary, not being aware

I would not pluck before ripening,

Not realizing, norms are more

Significant than nuts and bolts;

 

 In the rush ever, I cringed,

Craved for more than needed,

Now tightening ropes are there

around me, my neck and self,

unbelieving bent for more time;

 

all I wanted only nullification,

of the worst, restoration of all

lost, a grief with repentance

to redress  all  is  gone with wind.

A blissful nod of gratitude

To the Maker, my avowal now.

 

 

 

 

 

a poem after ( poem of the week: To … by Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

 

Poem of the week: To … by Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

Mind is clean, calm and not for chattering,

 Neither profane and soiled, giving way

Only for salutary endings and   positive

Beginnings with aura blithe and bright.

 

World of pity seems far off,

World of hope too elusive,

Yet hanging on a rope of faith

by your side I am steady and serene.

 

It is not mere love, nor longing,

A worshipful veneration for you,

Undisturbed and unquestioned,

Times will not change or check.

 

The night  does not prolong,

Desires for  the day amplify,

 Seek for Sun and serene

 for seduction Of sorrow .

 

Let us long for day ,

Bright star in our hands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not a victim to that false bait A take by Radhamani sarma

 

 Not  a victim to that false bait

 

Poem of the week: An Ode to Himself by Ben Jonson

 

Where am I  now?  Where was I ?

It is still bewildering to know

If ease  and sloth had their share

Equal in shaping me.

 

A desire to trample the “common moth”

Always lurking in me, but time

had its own measure and meter

to slow down its path and rectify.

 

My complex and greed

had hooked to a bait

until a call from above

Unleashed descends quick

 

to protect and guide

with a magic wand

of strength and assured will

on body soul and my Muse.

 

Make me not a victim

to  censure  and  praise

for all that is  gifted

is endured  and blessed

 

 

 

Broken things

 

 

Poem of the week: #family by Romalyn Ante

 

Broken things

Some  precious time I allocated

reading on broken things,

broken toys, broken window panes,

distorted for all purposes.

Why exception for bones, collar bones,

Fractured bones and bones beyond redressal.

 

Mother always comes to rescue;

When her anointed hands

touch my ribs and back bone,

no longer pain, a moment of pain

converted into boon. Waking up

gently after  hours of medication,

now  in a mood of meditation.

 

Broken things can be mended

But broken hearts beyond our ken

 Redressal. I go in search of something

 Which will stay, abide by my instinct,

My future safety and feel. Look into breakage,

Loss and gain, that is where my solace

Begins, sustains and strengthens me.