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Ganges at six in the morning (A Haibun)

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6’O clock
I and me, crossing the Ganges on a freight train, see the horizon enveloped in life. Indian women with their own elegance borrow water from the goddess. Men, after the holy dip, join their hands before the sun.

Heart of India
Lies in this stream, which spread and
Sanctify their souls.

I can see life and death at the same time. Bodies which no longer breathe, are being drown in it. Also, the bodies which breathe are drawing water to drink. But it’s difficult to find which body is alive and which one’s dead.

Plastics, garbage, dance
on surface, to enter bodies,
Whether breathe or not.

And now the river’s crossed. I look inside. The bodies beside mine have closed their eyes. Some are open, but are of no use. Their mouths are whispering to each other in their own fashion. Some talk of politics, some about the mythology. Oh! They also know the stories about the purity of Ganges. But…

None of these stories
Can sanctify the drops which
Purify these mouths.

Now I need to be ready, for my stoppage is arriving. I dare not call it my destination as it’s already decided. The sacred Ganges that I crossed is the ultimate end of this body. Like all of them, I also have to die before death. [“I’m a critic of left wing ideology.”
“You’re right. They don’t respect the indian culture.”
“By the way who will win the election this time. What do you think?”
]
And here comes my stoppage. Let’s meet new bodies, new eyes and new mouths.

About the Ganges at Six

The Ganges is considered as the most sacred river of India. The natives purify themselves by the holy dips. But the catastrophe that the river is facing is being ignored. That’s what I chose as the theme of my poem.

This prose enveloped haibun has been written in response to Colleen’s Poetry Challange. Thanks to her for giving such beautiful words every week. This time the words were Grace and style and my synonyms are Elegance and fashion. Hope you enjoyed it.

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Love,

Mistella ❤️

The Shadow (A Tanka)

Dead, dark street, haunted
By a shadow. Alone, she walked,
Unearthed the mound, sat
At the edge, meowed and jumped,
And the shadow left the street.

The Shadow

About “The Shadow”

This tanka is for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. This time the two prompt words are Dig and Grave. Since using the prompts is not allowed, I am using their synonyms.

My synonyms are mound and unearth.

Because a tanka poem displays a mood or a state of mind, this poem is doing the same. It presents the state of the speaker’s mind.

The person’s mind has been compared to a dark and dead street. There is a shadow which I have compared to a cat.

Since cats are considered to be a bad sign, I have used her shadow. This shadow haunts the street. But later, it is seen that it jumps into the tomb itself and leaves the street.

By this poem, I wanted to present the idea that all of us create our fear. And only we can overcome it. We take ourselves to a bad situation and only we can make it better.

Well this was my perspective. You should find a meaning to this poem yourself. Every poem has the capacity to be interpreted in infinite ways. So do your own interpretation. I have just given my perspective and I eagerly wait to know what’s yours!

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Love,

Mistella❤️

Love (An Etheree)

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.

Love!!

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.

Also, the challenge was to write a poetry in the specified forms only. So we thought to write an Etheree.
Before you think what’s Etheree now, let us help you.

Etheree is a poetic form with 10 lines and it’s syllable count increases by one with each proceeding line.

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Colleen’s Poetry challange.

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Mistella❤️

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