Love Wonders Who’s serving This charm to it. Glowy mornings stir Bubbling desires to stay As a shade of its spectrum, Spreading all the colours it has, While the sunbeams falling on its face With an elegance never seen before.
This is a part of Colleen’s poetry challenge. Prompts for this Tuesday’s poetry challenge are Spell and Treat. As theme is Synomyms only, we chose the words Charm and Serve.
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Etheree is a poetic form with 10 lines and it’s syllable count increases by one with each proceeding line.
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Amidst the fight, Fight for the vote bank, Fight for a throne-like-chair, A part of society, A part of this planet, Is left aside, Crying and beging, Fighting and shouting.
Amidst the riots, Riots of hindu and muslim, Riots on cow slaughtering, A part of society, A part of this planet, Is sliced-off, Quivering and stammering, Weakening and dying.
A mother is beaten, A father suicides, A son drops out of his school, A daughter is raped. But is this part of society, Not made to be shaped?
Amidst the achievements, Achievements in space, Achievements in wars, A part of society, A part of this planet, Is kept apart, Far off the upheavals, Far off the race, For this part of society, Seems to have no face.
Unaware of the tricks and intrigues, This innocent part of society, Finds temporary solutions as a panacea, And stumbles across the whole life, For our politics never let it know its real “problem”, For which it needs to strife.
This part of society, Hence, should learn a lesson. It needs to remember What it has been through. And need not share Its so-called master’s view.
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My pen and hands were quite, Searching for something to write. Suddenly I heard a voice, Sounding immature, but wise. “To find yourself, is like searching for clothes in a bookshelf.“
I couldn’t stop myself of taking a glimpse of the person on the street, I quickly went to remove the curtain of the window, which opens at the street. I peeped out of the window, but the moment I heard the voice, was fleet.
I saw two children sitting on the mound of sand kept in a corner, competing to search for the stone inside the sand. On seeing the eagerness and speed of their hands, I tried to convince myself, that the voice was not their’s.
I just wished to match the voice which I heard, with that of the one of them. But no one can be as cunning as the god, they didn’t utter even a word after that. And again I kept on searching myself!!
It may not be called a poetry. But it’s something which came out of my head on its own. So I thought to share it, still don’t know what is it!
Hope you like it and find yourself. Keep searching and don’t settle.
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The way these roots hold the soil, You are my soul in this life of toil. Look at those stars whose beauty never fades of scars. Our affection too, is a message to send to the rivals whose humanity has come to an end.
The warmth of your shade can never ever fade, for the sun can only heat the vengeance, with which, no quarter has got the time to meet.
Cover my sight with your palm and I will cover yours, for these faces are terrible and their voice just roars. Hold me so tightly that we can ram the wild beast coming out of us and trying to engulf this beauty, that so far, we together, have pieced.
Today’s poem is dedicated to friendship. We make friends throughout the life. But that one friend can never be out of the list.
Friendship is not always being together, hanging out. But it’s a feeling which stays forever, no matter where you are!
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She didn’t sleep of the fear of dreams. As she woke up, pushed her bed, Walked away to see those shiny beams Of sunlight through the curtains of the shed.
Her hands joined to pray her god, Her eyes closed to wish for those gleams Which he saw in her eyes and owed His life to their shine in his dreams.
Oh! Lovely were those days, Lovely were those tears Which were wiped in their ways And challenged all the fears.
So many memories she held, So many questions she had. Every time her love was misspelled And made him call her a “mad”.
Humble was her request, Humbly do she asked, “Why can’t you come and quest Together our dreams which have still not passed?”
Situations were her inspiration, Situations became her enemies. “Love’s all alike” was her motivation, Love became her disease.
Again, I had written this poem long ago. But I thought I should post it today. This actually intends to say that we should love people. But this love should never make us inferior before them. Our emotions can destroy us! But when it’s balanced, the same love appears to be a motivation. So try making your love a reason behind your success.
Hope you people like this poem and learn to control your emotions, for the emotions have become the greatest enemy of the humans nowadays!
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When I look at him, With his track suit, Leaving for the gym, I remember how I walked for miles Holding your hand, Crossing thousands of Niles.
This mirror annoys me The most, when I see, A wrinkled hand Which once played with sand. It could hold it in a fist But now it hurts the nerve near the wrist.
I dare not go to that park Which once used to be our home. That pond is now shelter for a shark Which swallows wrinkled fellows like me.
None of those couples are seen Anymore, for long that I have been To that world where you don’t live And my landlord, he’s no hours for me, to give.
We may meet soon ‘coz every hour feels like a noon. Even you look blurred to me And you know, I’m left with nothing else to see.
About the Poem ” When I see these Wrinkles”
This poem is all about elderly or aged people. Our speaker is one of them. Let me make some of the lines clear to you.
First of all, this elderly wrinkled man is talking to his wife’s photograph. She isn’t alive anymore. But he has nobody to talk with. So he talks to her, even though she can’t reply.
In the first stanza, the one who is leaving for the gym is the speaker’s son. When he sees him every morning, he remembers his past with his wife.
In the secondstanza, the mirror shows his wrinkledhand. He hates this as it makes him feel about his ageing. “Hurts the nerves near the wrist” refers to the pressure he applies to hold time. But nobody can hold it ever. “Sand” has been to refer time.
In the thirdstanza, “shark” means the speaker doesn’t have the courage to go to that place. He is ashamed of his wrinkles. It feels embarrassing to sit around young people.
In the fourthstanza, the “landlord” is his son.
In the laststanza, I have tried to show his worsening health condition. Hours feel like “noon” because it feels the most tiresome and longest part of a day.
You can understand the rest poem on your own. I think I have explained it today, way more than before.
Why this Poem today?
The purpose behind writing this poem was different today. I wanted to bring out the life of our grandparents and elderly people into light.
In India, the population of the elderly is growing rapidly. It is emerging as a serious area of concern. Their vulnerability is due to their dependence. They depend on their children who are young. When these children do not meet their expectations, they feel isolated.
According to the 2001 census, 33.1 percent of the elderly in India live without their spouses.
The widowers among older men form 14.9 percent. Also, 50.1 percent are widows among elderly women. Lack of economic dependence has an impact on their access to food, clothing, and healthcare.
Let’s not make their wrinkles, a stigma for them.
That is what, I have tried to highlight in the poem. Hope you like it. Let me know in the comments. And subscribe for more poems.
All the way through Pain and joy– You chalk out a path Meant to destroy.
After great pains Outlived by Him– Heart chose to question– Why not these eyes look dim?
It was He who bore The joy of pain– Turning into a snow tomb, He chose to be a gain.
Looking back to those Hours of lead– Mechanical feet on wooden path First, might have felt numb– Then, would have prayed To be alive, and then– To be dead.
About the Poem ” All the Way through Pain and Joy”
This poem is not too long. But its meaning, I need to explain.
So the poem is about pain and joy as you already know. Also, there is a path where pain and joy, all are destroyed. This path is chosen by ourselves. For example- If you have a lots of money at this moment, you’ll try to get more. Ultimately, a day will come when this money won’t fascinate you. It wouldn’t be able to provide joy that it used to give earlier.
Same happens with pain. It also has to destroy. Whatever we, as human, feel, has to be destroyed soon. Because our feelings are materialistic, either joy or pain.
In the secondstanza, “theseeyes” refer to eyes of humankind.
Here, “He” refers to JesusChrist. He is considered to be a symbol of suffering. He bore pain for humankind. But humankind do not deserve it.
In the thirdstanza, I have used “joyofpain“. By this I meant that he bore the pain joyfully. Thinking it would be a new life to the mankind.
The closingstanza is an imagination. How he might have felt. “Hoursoflead” means time which doesn’tpass easily. Mechanicalfeet imply numbness.
All I wanted to convey through the poem was, Christ’s pain and joy were not materialistic. He lived and and suffered being selfless. But we are not worth his sacrifices.
Rest, I think you are smart enough to understand on your own. I expect you to always think as you want. Poems can’t be interpreted in just one way. They are actually opinions, which vary with people.
So find a new aspect of these lines, as I always say!
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Oh dear love! I hear the two toddlers, caring for each other like coddlers. I see them wrangling for no reason And their love growing every season. How they pretend to be grown-up but are scared of getting their joy blown-up.
Oh dear love! I hear the two teenagers Promising to protect their love from dangers. I see them filling the gap of their fingers And walking with the voice of untrained singers. How they pretend to be fearless, But are thinking to prove their love peerless.
Oh dear love! I hear the two adults Departing to get the better results. I see them crying from inside And somewhere those promises have died. How they pretend to be clueless But trying to stay tearless.
Oh dear love! I want to hear the two oldies Celebrating a couple of centuries With their love And this world, singing like a dove As a tribute to their victory. I want to see them holding each other and unveiling their mystery.
Oh dear love! I want to hear some people Talking about a couple. I want to see them smiling Inside a tomb which is beguiling. How they pretend to be dead But are on a break, sharing the heaven’s bed.
About the Poem “Oh Dear Love!”
I don’t think I need to explain this poem today. Well, it’s a poem which I had written long ago. I am posting it today, hope you enjoy it!
Honestly, I don’t consider this poem being completely romantic. But, it presents an essence of pure love, which is eternal. Situations vary, people vary, but this is what, can never change! Even after the people are gone, their story remains alive somewhere in words, papers, books etc.
Okay, I can’t stop myself of asking you, whether you have found such a couple or you too, believe that they only remain in stories?? It would be great to see your views in comments.
We’ll see you soon. Take care and stay happy till the last hope!
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